“And heroin.” “Lovely. Come on, Nic, it’s time to come home. You don’t have to prove anything anymore. So what do you say?” “My car’s dead.” “Get on a plane.” “Right now?” “Yeah, right now. I’ll pick you up.” “No, you don’t have to…” “No shit. But what can I say? I missed you, man. I might’ve even been a little worried. Now, let’s go. You’ve had all the good times you’re gonna have out there. It just gets worse from here.”