Never Use Alone

A short story

It's been about three weeks since Richie passed away. That world came crashing down after he slammed a half a gram into his arm one night and from what I heard the stuff was dosed with fent, which must've taken that bastard for the ride of the century before he vacated this world.

The day before he sent his body packing, Richie called me after buying the stuff and got me all kinds of 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.