( for the stranger, who has taken up occupancy in danny's late night thoughts: a palm-sized leather medicine pouch, with a gram of blow in a little baggie tucked inside. the unsigned note, left beside it, reads: )
Since you were curious.
I think about you fucking me all the time. I think about fucking you up all the time, too.
delivery.
Since you were curious.
I think about you fucking me all the time. I think about fucking you up all the time, too.