Now, Cobra was slicker than any of the dealers that worked for Torres. He said to the woman, “C’mon, you don’t still believe in all that stuff Nancy Reagan and D.A.R.E. shoved down your impressionable little throat all those years ago, do you?”
The woman said to Cobra “Nah, I mean, I’ve smoked marijuana and tried some pills and mushrooms and things, but I won’t touch heroin ‘cause that stuff will kill you.”
“Like hell it will,” Cobra said to the woman. “When that rush hits your veins, the world is a magical, happy, dreamlike place and all your worries will go away.”
As the woman spent more time with Cobra and his friends she saw their euphoria every time they shot up, she decided to try it. She also convinced the new hot piece of ass she had picked up on the boardwalk to try it. And both of them became instantly addicted and started blowing their rent money on more dope and spending a lot of time standing in line at the clinic for the needle exchange. Continue reading →
