“Where is that fool?” I broke the news to him, just like I’d broken the news to the rest: He’d dropped out. He’d taken up selling drugs for Manny full-time. “Dope, weight?” “Not sure,” I said. “But he seems happy. And he’s making money.” If it were someone other than Victor, someone I was close enough with to confide in, someone like Gio, I would have shared my true thoughts: My best friend was headed down a destructive path.
