“Sometimes the stuff I do to keep awake hurts a little.” “What do you mean?” “I mean I use some of that stuff from the bag to keep me awake. You want chili or not?” Belman cleared his throat. “I wanna see what’s in the bag.” No. Fuck no. Don’t do this. “No, you don’t.” “Why would I ask, then?” “Ain’t it enough? What you’ve seen already? You know I’m nuts, so let me do that stuff in peace. You don’t have to see it.” “I don’t want to see you do it. But I wanna know what you do.”
