Never Use Alone

A short story

It’s been about three weeks since Richie passed away. That happened after one night he slammed some shit dosed with fent, which must’ve taken him for a fuckin’ ride before he vacated this world. I guess that’s how it went for all of ’em – or at least that’s what I heard. He probably would’ve ended up the same given the dose and it being his first time ’n all, so… yeah.

The day before he went, Richie called me after buying the stuff and got me all excited to give it a try. He talked about how it was the real shit this time. Called it ‘creme de la smack’ and said it was time to give it a whirl.

Now, the interesting thing – or maybe uninteresting thing about Richie – was that he was not normally connected when it came to drugs… or anything for that matter. Guy couldn’t score a hickey at a kissing booth, so I was surprised when he talked this up like he did.