Instead, Blue’s most creative act since coming home has been adding another page or two of verse to the composition book he carried in his satchel. Blue’s poetry is heavy and remorseless, a running argument between himself and his addiction, and a week ago, during a late-night lull at the shooting gallery, he had turned inward long enough to put some more of the pain into words: Insanity is alive and well, taking on all new comers Fragile minds are overcome and subdued, And placed in a prison where the bars are invisible …
See, this guy and Fat Curt are way more interesting than the McCullough family. There still is no clear through line between Gary as a success and Gary as a fiend.
