Glass (Crank 2)

“Hey, Mom. My car’s on the

road again. I thought I’d

drop by this afternoon. Uh,

maybe around three?”

I’m meeting Grady at five,

Brendan a half hour later.

That should give me plenty of

time to reconnect with my baby.

Brad weighs out an ounce

into eight balls. I’m not exactly

sure how much they’ll want,

or how much they can pay.

He is rightly concerned.

Promise you’ll be extra careful.

An ounce is trafficking—

definitely heavy jail time.

“Hey, no worries. I’ll drive

like an old woman. The last

thing I want is to get popped.

I’m too busy to spend time in jail.”

Brad walks me to my car,

looks right and left before

bending down to kiss me.

Call if you’ll be late, okay?

I’m going to worry until

you get home. He’d probably

worry a lot more if he knew

just who I’d lined up to score.

The Roads Are Dry

The car’s running great, and I feel no