describe the battlefield
I’ve just walked into.
The living room is strewn
with dirty clothes, designer
shoes, and smeared paper
plates. Attached is a small
dining nook. Books (text
and other) spatter the table,
along with beads, pastels,
and various art supplies.
I’ve always got two or three
projects going on at once,
explains Robyn. Some for art
class, others just to stroke
my creative side. Unfortunately,
I don’t finish many.
Trey laughs. Spoken like
a true tweaker. Oh, and
speaking of tweak…
He reaches down into his sock
and produces a plastic bag
with some serious-looking crystal.
So Robyn wasn’t scoring
for Trey. He was scoring for
her! Very interesting.
Robyn Is Making
A sizeable buy. I sit, growing more anxious with every
passing second, watching her weigh a half ounce of meth
into eight balls. She’s into the deal, heavy. I mean, there
she is, holding enough crystal to send her away for a very,