Glass (Crank 2)

returns with a quart Tupperware

container. It’s filled to the brim with

the same crystal Trey had yesterday.

My eyes go wide and my mouth

starts to water. Just call me Pavlov’s

pooch. And within a few short minutes,

no way could we be bored. Despite

no sleep last night, I’m wide awake

and flying. And the higher I go,

the more I want more of the guy

sitting next to me. OMG. Maybe

Kevin is right about me, after all.

We Make the Deal

Exchange our pooled cash

for a spectacular stash,

one-quarter ounce for me,

one-quarter ounce for Trey.

We smoke several bowls,

climb higher and higher,

until it feels like my heart

might explode, drown

me from the inside out

with iced-over blood.

Damn, it feels great and so

do I. [Me too, me too.]

Why does feeling like you

could die any moment

give you such an incredible

rush? [Who cares? Go with it.]

Finally Brad glances at his