It is 2:25 in the afternoon as EMTs struggle to help the writhing man, facedown in the dirt on the sidewalk. They strap him onto a stretcher. His head lolls, his T-shirt rides up exposing his belly and white foam crusts around his mouth. It is hardly a rare occurrence, according to one bystander. 'This is high drugs run,' he explains, gesturing up and down W North Avenue, 'They OD and fall out all the time.' Within the next three hours and as many blocks there will be three shootings in this pocket of West Baltimore alone. It is home...
