Andrew came bounding into Tristan"s house in a flurry of excited energy. He had a box in his arms that bore the logo of one of the large chain pet stores in the area.
“I"ve got some nice tasty rats here,” he said, carrying the box into the kitchen. “And I"ve got some very interesting news. Let me ask you something, dude, how long have you lived here? In this town?”
“I lived here for a year before college. Why?” Raber answered, confused.
“Man, I sold some weed to this meth-mouth looking b***h at the pet store and she was telling me about her son and grandkids living in this one part of town that has some serious drug problems. So I pretended like I gave a damn about her stupid family and she spilled to me that this w*********h hellhole of a city has quite a few areas where drugs are a se
