I’m on this pure meth I got from W.’s friend Liz. It’s moist and foul-tasting, super-severe, and I haven’t figured out the right dose yet. Allyn from downstairs tried it too. Then she and I threw a party that was fine until two drunk guys wandered over from the IHOP and crawled into bed with Dee Dee’s nine-year-old daughter, who was asleep in the other room.
