Fallout (Crank 3)

doesn’t care. Come on.

Let’s sit over there, okay?

He knows better than to

touch me again. For some

insane reason, I follow him.

The casino carpet is purple

with wavy green lines, and

it’s making me seasick.

I will myself not to puke,

and we sit in some eggplant-

colored chairs at the far end

of the foyer. I can’t look at him

as he launches his story. Yes,

I knew Bree … Kristina. We went

out a few times, and we did

a lot of crank together. All true.

That night—the one you mentioned—

we were messed up. Wasted, in

fact. Now, I don’t know …

Have you ever done meth?

I have no choice but to

look him straight in the eye.

I shake my head. “Never.”

Well, here’s the deal with meth.

You’re not always in control,

and that night everything got out

of hand. I’m not proud of what

happened, but the truth is,

she kind of asked for it….

Bzzzzzzz. My face flames.