THE OTHER TWO guys from the van smoked a joint together and then left to go eat somewhere, leaving me alone with Mud. I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved, or more frightened. He kept watching me in a way that made my skin crawl.
“You tired?” he asked, stepping behind the bar again.
Hoping he’d leave me alone, I nodded. The fact was that I was too terrified to think about sleep.
“So am I but sleep is not my friend today,” he said, pulling out a small plastic bag of white powder. He smiled at me. “But this is. You want some?”
“No,” I replied quickly.
“Do you even want to know what this s**t is before you refuse to try it?”
I shook my head. “I’m not into drugs.”
He shrugged. “Fine. More for me.”
I glanced around the clubhouse while he set up his fix, trying to find something I could
