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show. I have to get him high, and he isn’t
nearly high enough. I know he has a
heart problem. My mother always said he
was a stallion in the sack for someone so
susceptible to heart attacks. I reach into
my back pocket for my own stash and
mix nearly half the packet of
methamphetamine into the bourbon. I got
it off a junkie that knew Billy. I know it’s
fatal to mix drugs, and that is just what
I’m aiming for. I walk over and offer
