I rolled the vial over in the palm of my hand. I scrunched my face up at my dealer.
“Crank?” I asked. “Like from the movie?” He nodded.
“Hell, yeah. That will put you on front street for real.” I looked down at the vial again. It was easy to say that I was a bit unsure about it.
“Didn’t that guy basically die in that movie? Like he had to keep his heart pumping so it wouldn’t stop?” His eyes grew wide in excitement. He nodded his head eagerly but saw the doubt in my face.
“Hey, it’s cool man, if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine I’ll just thought–”
“–No, no.” I pulled my hand back. “It’s good. I’m good. Here, give me the needle. Let’s see if that guy was just a little bitch.”