Never Use Alone

A short story

It's been about three weeks since Richie passed away. It all came crashing down after one night he slammed a half a gram into his arm and from what I heard the stuff was dosed with fent, which must've taken him for the ride of the century before he vacated this world. I guess that’s how it went for all of ’em – or at least, that’s what I’ve heard. He probably would’ve croaked anyway given the dose and it being his first time ’n all, so… yeah.

The day before he sent his body packing, Richie called me after buying the stuff and got me all excited to meet up and give it a try. He talked about how he'd got the real stuff this time. Called it 'creme de la smack' and said it was finally our time to give it a whirl.