“Twenty-five!” Timor was indignant. “You gimme a name, dude, and I'll bring in whoever did a twenty-five percent cut.”
“It gets worse,” Juan shrugged. “Two weeks ago we picked up a baggie that was cut fifty percent. Last night we got some that was only ten percent pure.”
“Bullshit!” Timor blustered. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Got milk?” Juli ducked her head into his kitchen refrigerator. “Say, what's with all the baby formula? You got kids?”
“That's what we use to cut the product, but we don't cut no ninety percent,” Timor insisted.
“I hear that the junkies got to buy double in order to stay high,” Juan mused. “But I'm also hearing that you're only kicking back half as much as last month because the supply's got low. I can't figure out how that adds up.”
“Can I have some milk?” Juli
