“Take me to her place,” he said. “I know how to get in.” “I’ll tell her you’re there and that you’re withdrawing. I’ll just say I know you and you asked me to call.” “Far out,” Fred said. “I can dig it. Thanks, man.” Hank nodded and began to redial, an outside number. It seemed to Fred that he dialed each digit more and more slowly and it went on forever, and he shut his eyes, breathing to himself and thinking, Wow. I’m really out of it. You really are, he agreed. Spaced, wired, burned out and strung-out and fucked. Completely fucked. He felt like laughing.
