Glass (Crank 2)

I came here, meaning to go home reenergized. But now

I don’t want to return to the artificial “home” created by

my parents, my child. All of a sudden I feel more at home

with a forgotten friend and a complete, very cute stranger.

That Idea

Vanishes

instantly,

with the

mere mention of money.

Trey said the glass was pricey.

Now he clarifies, So the eight

ball is three hundred.

I suck in breath like

it hurts to find it,

confess, “I only have

two hundred with me.”

Trey tsks. Can’t do a

ball for a deuce. More

like a couple of g’s.

Two grams is plenty.

But the monster is a

greedy prick. “Can’t

we work something

out? I’m good for the

rest, I swear.” Trey

gives an uh-huh look.

But he says, Well, I do

get to Reno sometimes.

Why not?

Why not?