Adam and Gina were in Adam’s bedroom. They had some heroin. Adam wanted to shoot up, try it again that way. Gina was happy to snort. They agreed to snort two lines each, save the rest for later after they came home from clubbing. The pull was already starting—the pull of the heroin to use more, to save it for when it seemed to hit them best.
He set up a glass coffee table next to the bed. His mother (separated from Steele) had given him the coffee table because she knew he liked to have coffee in bed in the morning. Spoilt child he was. Nowadays, the coffee was accompanied by two cigarettes, then a second cup with a smallish joint to get loose or get straight if you like. Stoned was the new normal. Gina liked to smoke weed too but later in the day, after all the stuff she wanted to accomp
