a piece of tinfoil and
maybe a straw? I’ve got
zip for paraphernalia.
Let’s make you a pipe, Trey
tells me. How about a light
bulb, Robyn? She obliges,
> and in a matter of minutes,
Trey turns it into a smoking
device. Be careful. It will get
really hot. Oh, and you’ll
probably need this, too.
He reaches into his pocket,
extracts a lighter. Now just
drop a rock, right in here….
He demonstrates with one
of Robyn’s. Hold the lighter
right about here…. A thin
plume of smoke lifts, and
Trey is quick to inhale.
As Robyn and I help him
finish it, Trey says, So,
Kristina, next time
you’re up for the score,
call me. This shit travels
the US-95 corridor up from
Mexico. My connection lives
near Reno. Ironic, huh?
No wonder Trey gets
to Reno sometimes.
Ironic barely covers