He had three pills in his pocket, two fast-acting Ritalin and one clonazepam. What’s it going to be, Hamlet? Up or down? The smart thing to do would be to stay cool, of course. Adam knew that. But revving up always felt better than slowing down. Might as well go out with a bang, he reasoned. He tossed back the Ritalin and swallowed them dry.
Wut
