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Coming towards me is a ravaged junkie. One of those young dirt-covered, head nodding, eyes half-closed, slow wobbly-walking sad cases you can pretty much bet will either be dead or in a hospital before the year is out. Someone I know calls them '4th Dimension People' because they don't really live here anymore. They're somewhere else-- sort of alive, sort of dead, sort of in a 4th dimension someplace we earth inhabitants have never been or experienced. I start to walk a wide arc around him as he approaches. But when we pass each other, I suddenly smell the most wonderful cologne. I've never smelled such an aroma before. It's delicious, mysterious, beautiful and there is no question that he is wearing it.