In Connecticut, getting needles was "a whole lot fucking easier," reminisces Ben. As a teenager who grew up—and started using heroin—near Hartford, he became accustomed to buying a 10-pack of syringes for $3.50 in his local pharmacy. Since coming to New York four years ago, the gangly hipster, now 20, has had to rely on the Lower Eastside Needle Exchange for Clean Needles. But even while acknowledging that the little storefront has helped protect him from HIV, Ben still finds himself longing for a more convenient way to avoid sharing his works. "This place is only open three hours a day," he says, emerging onto Avenue C with some clean needles and his buddy Mike.... More >>>