Glass (Crank 2)

stolen my sense of smell?

No, I smell tobacco, too

strong in my hair and

clothes. I smell deodorant,

his and mine. I smell

leather seats and a faint

aura of crystal. But still

no red rose perfume.

Frustrated, nervous, I

decide confession is

in order. “Remember

a few months ago when

you dropped me off at

home? Mom told me

never to bring you there.

That’s why I wanted

us to come in this car.

I want them to get to

know you without thinking

you’re a meth fiend.”

Well, I’ll do my best to make

them think otherwise. Then

he poses an interesting question.

But what if that’s what I am?

Mom Greets Us

With a frosty Hello. The Queen

of Cool assesses Trey. Finally

she offers, I’m Marie.

And you are…

Trey does his best to be