Your friend David Leatherhoff was on the needle much longer than you and it was he who made you addicted not only from drugs, but also from himself. We are sitting in his dark room. You're both high: he lay on top of you, putting his hand under your outer clothing and stroking your stomach, kissing under your ear and whispering. —It's not us who are freaks, it's them who are complete assholes,- this is his favorite procedure, after you received another bunch of serious bruises from offenders.