“Hey, man, I’m heading to The Pit. Just thought you might wanna come,” I said over the phone, steering my piece-of-shit car through the darkened streets, barely lit by the dim streetlamps in need of new bulbs. “Ah, jeez, I don’t know … Jessica wanted me to head over to her place tonight, and Mom was saying she has some shit for me to do around here tomorrow morning.” Billy liked his drugs—he liked them a whole lot—but he at least still had a handle on his responsibilities. That was one thing I could give him—more than I could say for my mother. For now. “Tell Jessica to meet us over there.”
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