tenCocaine came into fashion among young, urban whites at the same time as disco and dance clubs. Wild-haired Bobby Sun hated disco, but it just so happened that his uncle Chan had become a bona fide cocaine smuggler, and on a certain Sunday night in the great, golden City, wild-haired Bobby brought a half ounce of the stuff into Time & Space to pay Mac the money he owed, with interest.
The traditional Sunday ping-pong tournament was already raging when Bobby climbed the concrete stairs. Roily Bitches’ hard rock, decibels dangerous, roared, and the cheap red wine flowed like water from the busted water heater. Bobby brought the coke in a plastic Biohazard bag that had a zip lock and was stamped all over with orange danger warnings.
He used Mac’s army nickname. “Pretty funny, eh Jinx?”
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