No, he decided, he was not. What he’d said about only doing drugs after work wasn’t strictly true; there had been a few occasions when they’d smoked a joint behind the Dumpsters before service or downed a shot of Wild Turkey during a particularly hairy rush. But surely that wasn’t the same as working under the influence of an actual narcotic, something that said do not operate heavy machinery right on the label. Was it?
G-man realized he didn’t really know all that much about the drug Rickey was taking. Until he knew more, he wouldn’t be able to tell whether he’d made the right decision or was simply walking around with a giant stick up his ass. If it was the latter, then Rickey would just have to accept his apology. If the former … well, he didn’t know what he would do next.
Tonight, at
