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September 28, 2010
“No, no, like this,” she says, snatching the Skittle sized pill from his hand. She places it on the table and in one fluid movement, produces a spoon and crushes the pill into a million pieces. A few deft movements delivers two skinny lines of fine whitish dust.

“This is you,” she refers to the shorter line. Stringy black hair obscures her face as she leans over the table with a dollar bill to her nose. When she sits up her eyes are closed. She hands him the rolled up dollar and he is scared. Thirty seconds later he’s not