coming out of it.” Jack began to laugh un-
controllably. “My girl was waiting out in the
car. She called me—ha-ha-ha!—she called
me—ha-ha-ha!—a cold-blooded killer.”
He laughed until his face was purple.
Afew nights after meeting Roy and Herman,
Iused one of the syrettes, which was my first
experience with junk. A syrette is like a
toothpaste tube with a needle on the end.
You push a pin down through the needle; the
pin punctures the seal; and the syrette is
ready to shoot.
Morphine hits the backs of the legs first,
then the back of the neck, a spreading wave
of relaxation slackening the muscles away
from the bones so that you seem to float
without outlines, like lying in warm salt wa-
ter. As this relaxing wave spread through my
tissues, I experienced a strong feeling of fear.
I had the feeling that some horrible image
was just beyond the field of vision, moving,
as I turned my head, so that I never quite