Glass (Crank 2)

Yeah, me too. “Water

under the bridge,” I

answer. What

else can I

say—I

want your cash?

But it’s really hard to

look at him, especially after

just being with my baby. His

baby. Our baby. God, that stings.

He Wants a Sample

I’m generous with that.

We smoke three bowls,

and as the ice does what

it’s supposed to do, his

eyes take on the glow

of the monster. Major

déjà vu. Have I made

an irreversible mistake?

Not bad, he says. You

fucking the guy you

got it from? There’s

the Brendan I know

and hate. The worst

part is, he’s right. “No,

he’s fucking me. So,

are you in or what?”

A slip of the tongue,

and he pounces on it.

It might be a little tight,