'No John, Duromine isn't meth.'
'It's a slippery slope, using the devil's seed.'
'As I said, John, it's slow-release, that means you have to wait four hours before you get a slight buzz.'
'Keep off the pills, you aren't going to do a Cummings on me?'
'Listen pal, you can sleep on this shit. And guess what you don't get? Mouth ulcers. Now you'd know a lot about them, wouldn't you? Yes, that's what the pink ya ba pills give you for free, on top of a nasty caffeine high.'
'Fucking meth-stained crack heads, to think of the losers I must deal with on my off time. You and Cummings are a bad trip, man. Fuck you both, I'm off to Star of Love for a blowout.'
'You mean blowjob, John, not blowout.'
He storms out of the apartment.
I've since moved in. His wife adores me and Gartland sleeps under the kitchen table.
