Joe checked the screen on his phone one more time and nervously glanced from side to side. He should be here by now. Joe needed his fix and he needed it bad.
A truck rolled by belching blue exhaust under the streetlamps and Joe spotted movement in the doorway across the street.
Could it be?
Carney stepped out from the shadows and strolled across the road, his hands pushed deep in the pockets of his merino wool trench coat.
“Looking for something Joe?”
Joe fidgeted with the cell phone in his hand and his eyes dropped to the sidewalk. “Come on man, you know what I need”
A small smile played on the corner of Carneys mouth. “Ok Joe, this week we have a two for one deal, but don’t take too much, this stuff can be dangerous and any day now I’m going to up the potency.”
Joe eagerly held out his hand “yeah ok”
Carney raised an eyebrow “yeah ok?”
Joes hand shook. “yeah, you say that everytime”
Carney shook his head in disgust. “yeah, I guess I do but that doesn’t make it any less true. An OD on credit isn’t a pretty thing Joe”
Joe looked up with a glare “just give me the stuff man”
Carney passed the bag over and shook his head. “one of these days this stuff is gonna kill you, but there’s nothing I can do about that. All I can do is warn you. Good luck Joe.”