Billy Golden said he thinks about them a lot – the people who used to come to the syringe exchange he worked at a decade ago in Cincinnati.
It was anonymous, so he didn’t know everyone’s name. But he knew their faces, heard their stories. Now he often wonders if they made it, if they survived. He said when he’s in the city, he looks for their faces, looks for people he might remember.
“I know there’s a lot of people that I knew that have died,” he said. “And I didn’t even know their name. And then the people who I have known, it’s still terrible.”…