I met Will at the beginning of high school, and he’d played around with drugs for as long as I’d known him. Weed, X, pills, coke . . . It all ran rampant in our school. The only reason we didn’t have the heroin epidemic the inner city did was because we had the money and access to good shit from the town MD. And Mom’s medicine cabinet. It was almost the only thing Michael and I ever agreed on. We didn’t do drugs. We were the drugs.
