Just Salad Please
an excerpt

Shit, what had she done now and where the fuck was she? And why wasn’t Surfer boy here. “Hey Juan, where ya hiden’ the bottle?” she spit. Quickly he produced an almost dead solder, just a spider left. Even a blind hog could tell he wasn’t into giving it up. “GIMe”, and he complied. Just enough to muster up the courage to get up and look out the window. Dark and no answers there.
“Hey Bud, we got any blow? Or just that ragweed over there?” was her answer to the questions she had no answers for. He slowly pulled out of his little watch pocket a baggie that looked promising. And a little to cute, just for snorting cocaine, spoon. She swallowed her snide remarks about the spoon he was filling and tapping, filling and tapping, until it was just his kind of right, did she make the small impatient gesture of her pinkie to her left nostril.
She wanted to just grab the stupid bag and one of her garish nails and speed things up a bit. “ Here babycakes, let me do it so we don’t spill.” The woman sounded like she was instructing a young child in the art of cookie making. Then she snatched the bag and clawed a hefty wiff out, not once , not twice, and not three times but four. Juan was a bit slow on the uptake but he managed to regain the master of the bag status.
And the woman could think again but that was no great reward. Actually it gave her a nasty bit of upchuckery in the garbage can at the bed side. As she began to feel bit bad about the placement of the puke she noticed the whole room was considerable disarray. A bit of puke in the garbage can would not really be out of place. And now with all the amenities attended to that would straighten out her thinking she popped the question. “Where are we and why are we here.” And it was no surprise that Juan didn’t have the answer either.
She could almost imagine what the honky surfer boy turned drugstore cowboy might have to say about this delightful little adventure his best friend and girlfriend had consorted and expedited.