returns with a quart Tupperware
container. It’s filled to the brim with
the same crystal Trey had yesterday.
My eyes go wide and my mouth
starts to water. Just call me Pavlov’s
pooch. And within a few short minutes,
no way could we be bored. Despite
no sleep last night, I’m wide awake
and flying. And the higher I go,
the more I want more of the guy
sitting next to me. OMG. Maybe
Kevin is right about me, after all.
We Make the Deal
Exchange our pooled cash
for a spectacular stash,
one-quarter ounce for me,
one-quarter ounce for Trey.
We smoke several bowls,
climb higher and higher,
until it feels like my heart
might explode, drown
me from the inside out
with iced-over blood.
Damn, it feels great and so
do I. [Me too, me too.]
Why does feeling like you
could die any moment
give you such an incredible
rush? [Who cares? Go with it.]
Finally Brad glances at his