"At Ansley Mall, it was common to see skeletal figures walking in slow motion across the parking lot. I often wanted to look the other way as they approached, calling my name in a hoarse voice. Because the disease advanced so rapidly, many men did not seem to realize how their appearance had changed. When their awareness caught up with the reality, many hid in their apartments waiting to die. One day a friend died and I quickly rolled his wheelchair to the apartment of another friend who couldn’t afford to buy one. It turned out he had died the day before. Those who couldn’t wait often killed themselves. I was asked several times to participate in assisted suicides."
— Cliff Bostock, “AIDS in Atlanta: Reliving the plague years”
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