Glass (Crank 2)

to keep me company. Who needs

that kind of reality? I pick

up the phone and call Quade.

We talk for a long while, and

after we hang up, I get buzzed.

By the Time Trey Knocks

On the door, I am very buzzed

and almost beyond caring

that he has finally arrived.

One look at him and all that

changes. He’s shaken, pale.

He stumbles through the door

and I lock it behind him,

invite him into my arms.

“What’s wrong?” I guide

him into a chair. I, uh…just

had a major blowout with

Brad. He catches his breath,

chooses his words. I went out

there first, looking for ice.

Angela was over the top.

How was I supposed to know

she’d gone to Narcotics Anonymous

and made Brad go too?

How was I supposed to know

she’d fucking freak out and

threaten to call the cops?

I mean, standing on the door

step, screaming. Damn, she’s

crashing hard. Then, when I