Page 40 of Glass (Crank 2)

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an eight ball instead of a gram.

Yeah, yeah, my thought processes

have already graduated from casual

to daily use. But I don’t want

to have to drive to Stockton

too often. Hell, an eight ball

will last me just about

forever. Won’t it?

So Where to Find

Another hundred dollars?

In lieu of an allowance,

Mom and Scott buy

diapers and baby formula.

My savings account is

still closed to me, and will be

until my eighteenth birthday.

That impressive turning point

is only a couple of weeks away,

but not soon enough to score

the monetary birthday rewards

I hope for from relatives, far

and near. No, only one place

comes to mind, an easy

place, all things considered—

Hunter’s rainy-day piggy bank.

All those very same relatives

sent him a little cash, right

after he was born. I was going

to open a college savings

account, but haven’t gotten

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