Short fiction about old friends and new drugs published in Vice Magazine in 2013. There was another whole section at the beginning that got cut and I miss it like a phantom limb. Maybe it’s better this way. Sometimes we need other people to do the chopping. I have too many versions of this story on my computer so I can’t compare. People who know me know that version tracking is one of my least favorite things in the world, right next to poison ivy.
