Glass (Crank 2)

We Merge onto the Freeway

Head north of town, and finally

I feel the need to ask, “Where

are we going, anyway?”

I let my fingers creep up

his thigh, feel an immediate

reaction. [Mmm. Long time.]

To my cousin’s house, Trey

answers. He’s got a new

shipment of top-quality ice.

I had a taste earlier. Primo.

“And I was going to give up

all my bad habits for Lent. Oh,

it’s not Lent yet, is it? In fact,

I’ve got months! Right on.”

Trey’s right hand falls upon my

left, moves it higher up his leg.

Actually, we’re moving toward

Samhain, he says. Bonfires.

Sacrifices. Feasts. Those Celts

knew how to throw a party!

Oh, yeah, he’s smart. [Fine, too.]

And I am back in the game.

We drive north for twenty minutes,

turn east toward Red Rock.

The rural community is home to

comm

uters, dealers, and off-gridders.

As if reading my mind, Trey

says, Brad doesn’t live off-grid.