He smiles broadly. It’s so different to the way he’s smiled all night, I wonder if it’s his first genuine one. “This, mio amico, is how we young men will take what is rightfully ours. Allow me to introduce King Kong, the strongest derivative of ketamine in the whole world. The high is clean and potent and blissfully short-lasting.”
He pierces the bag with a penknife and snorts some powder off the blade.
He offers me some, but I shake my head and decline. There are enough demons swirling behind my eyes tonight without adding drugs to the mix.
Shrugging, he takes some more. “We have pills, too. It’s good, Angelo.”
I watch his whole face change, his eyes light up. I watch how he falls into the chair, grinning softly. I watch his hands pawing at his face in wonder, as if he’s forgotten he
