Smell of, booze, sex, piss, and weed that slapped you in the face the moment you stepped in a house that your friend Ryan dragged you to because he needed to ‘take care of business’ but needed someone just in case-what that meant he didn’t explain.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Ryan the Lying Fuck” Shane drawled from the sunken couch, his eyes bloodshot and smug. “Where the hell’ve you been hiding, dipshit? I was two seconds away from snapping your knees for the cash you owe me.”

Ryan just sighed and stuffed his arms in his pockets. “Yeah yeah i know man, but i got the cash now AND i want some of the new shit you got.”

Shane reached beneath the table, pulling out a crumpled bag of brown powder. Heroin. “You want something stronger than those baby-ass 512s? Shit’ll rip your soul out in the best way.”