Crank (Crank 1)

It was neat as a pin.

But it did smell like crank.

I suspected Trent wouldn’t

be home anytime soon.

What’s up, Kristina?

Can’t it wait till tomorrow?

“Relax. I’m not a narc.” I

reached into my pocket for the

semimutilated bindle. Robyn’s

pupils went all the way black.

I thought you’d lost some weight.

It’s better than the Atkins diet, huh?

“It’s a helluva lot more fun!”

We laughed and I offered to share

the last of my stash. “Have a mirror?”

Don’t tell me you’re still snorting.

Have you ever tried smoking it?

She was the first to even suggest it.

Robyn the Reno High cheerleader

proceeded to show me a whole new

way to get down with the monster.

We Went into Her Room

Locked the door. Sat on the bed.

Robyn produced a V of crusty foil,

tapped in the last crumbs of powder.

This little bit will go right to your

brain and won’t clog your sinuses.

Won’t stay there, draining, little by

little. Oh, no. You blow straight through

the roof in one giant puff of smoke.