At last! Back to where they FUCKING STARTED OUT. Spider threw open the door and stormed inside, throwing open his closet and flinging his bags of drugs out into the room. Then he began digging.
Within a couple of minutes, he was twisting the top off of a bottle marked "Vicodin," and emptying a few pills into his hand.
"This is a painkiller. Take ONE," he said, taking two. "We want the pain killed, not buried alive under a mound of drug-induced psychoses. Neither of us wants you collapsing, asking invisble ex-boyfriends to fuck you and then shitting yourself." He held out a pill to Harley.
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At last! Back to where they FUCKING STARTED OUT. Spider threw open the door and stormed inside, throwing open his closet and flinging his bags of drugs out into the room. Then he began digging.
Within a couple of minutes, he was twisting the top off of a bottle marked "Vicodin," and emptying a few pills into his hand.
"This is a painkiller. Take ONE," he said, taking two. "We want the pain killed, not buried alive under a mound of drug-induced psychoses. Neither of us wants you collapsing, asking invisble ex-boyfriends to fuck you and then shitting yourself." He held out a pill to Harley.
"Here."