Page 358 of Glass (Crank 2)

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have said “customer.”

Old friend, huh? Like

a real good friend?

Trey’s eyes are glazed.

He’s wired out of his skull.

“No, not that kind of

friend. What’s wrong

with you? And how

come you’re fucked up?”

I’m fucked up? Heh-heh.

Guess I am. While you

were getting high with an

old friend, hey, so was I.

Grady looks more than

slightly uncomfortable

as things heat up. “I don’t

suppose her name was Angela?”

Damn, you are psychic.

Poor Brad has no idea

she’s using again. He stops,

waits for my response.

It isn’t verbal. Before

he can possibly react,

I’m across the room, in

his face, slapping. He puts

up his arm, moves into

me, and now we’re on

the floor. As we roll

around, I notice the pipe

and its contents have

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