The Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]

ENTRY 24

“Here dude, this is how Dylan does it,” Frank tells me.

He then places a small chunk of heroin on some tin foil. He places a tumbler upside-down over the dope then wraps the foil up the side of the glass. He flicks a butane lighter then brings the flame up under the foil. The H bubbles a bit and the glass fills with smoke.

“Ya ready?”

“Yeah,” I answer.

He sits the whole thing down on the table in front of me, lifts the cup up away from the foil. I inhale the escaping smoke. It’s Molly’s turn next and I lie back in the Eames chair enjoying the high. This is the first of a few times I come over to smoke heroin with them. Their third-floor apartment is bigger than their previous one, which had been on the ground floor. There’s a lot more space to lounge around in, we get good and high, and relax.

I find that I’m settling for hanging out with the both of them. Settling for being in Molly’s presence in this way. Even now with our situation being over I still can feel her attraction. Sometimes we all will be out doing something, shopping, cooking, or going for a walk and she always gravitates towards me physically. If the three of us are standing, talking, quite often I will notice that she is standing noticeably closer to me than Frank.


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