One night while I was living with Len and Tony in San Jose,
"What's that?" I asked.
"You'll like it." Mike's voice was slurred.
"No. Really. What's that?"
The red-headed kid answered for him: "He's putting chloral hydrate in your drink."
"Oh, gimme that." I grabbed the drink
My shoes made a tearing noise like velcro
"He likes you." The red-headed kid's voice was loud enough