Sandman Slim (Sandman Slim, #1)

by Richard Kadrey

“Calm down, Donald Trump,” I say. “You ran into me.” He wipes his upper lip with the back of his hand. There’s something tucked in his palm, and he’s so twitchy he drops it. Brad starts to lunge for it, but takes a step back instead. Lying on the sidewalk between us is a plastic bag with about a hundred little ice-white cocaine rocks inside. I smile. Welcome to Christmas in L.A. Say hi to Saint Nick loading up for a party I’ll definitely be skipping.

“No hospitals,” she says. “I know.” “Where are we going?” “For ice cream. What’s your favorite flavor?” “Fuck you.” “That’s my favorite, too.”