“No, I don’t have many expenses and he’ll give me more at the end of the week. I think I put it in the drawer upstairs.”
Rick tried to control his shakes while Liam was in the room. He could barely hold it together. That son of a b***h, Bart, promised to fix him up and then left him high and dry. Now he had to go out and look for a fix himself. He knew he had to stop using. He was an addict. He knew he needed help.
Rick spent the winter at the end of a figurative chain connected to Bart’s wrist. If Milo found out he was using, he’d kick him out of the band. The band was his life. Milo and Liam could make it on their own without him and Bart. He had to keep that in mind. If he told Sam, Sam would blow the whistle on both of them. He couldn’t afford to squeal. He couldn’t break up the band
