A Lot Of Names

“You deceitful son-of-a-bitch!” Harris snarls through bloody lips while Sammy smiles wryly with a glimmer of something wondrous sparkling in his eyes.

“You’re just jealous because I got in before you did!” he scoffs. “Had you had big enough balls, you could’ve be the one standing here gloating while I sat in my own shit and spits growing jelly like you are now!”

“I-I-It’s not my piss.”

“But it’s your shit right, or are you sitting in someone else shit too?” Sammy cackles loudly.

“Screw YOU Sam! Screw you and the HORSE you rode in on as well!”

Sammy squeezes his brow down tightly and puckers his lips up then looks around the room in bewilderment before bringing his gaze back to Harris. “You taking crack Harris?”

“W-W-What?”

“You know what I’m talking about man. You on the blow, coke, dust! The white rock that makes all your wrongs seem right. You can tell me, and I promise not to judge.”

“N-N-NO!” Harris cries loudly as his face screws up with utter confusion. “WHAT THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK THAT!”

“The horse comment for starters, but that’s not even the first time I’ve considered the prospect of you taking a dive in some of that vicious nose candy.”

“Y-Y-Your c-crazy! Y-Y-You’re the on-one on the drugs.”

Sammy’s smile broadens as his iris open like doorways. “Tell me something I don’t know.”