But Lenny was high as a kite that night, strung out on coke and heroin so his usual angsty demeanor had been taken over by some alien sense of temporary bliss. The needle he used for the speedball pumped like the fading spasms of an orgasm in the back room. Len didn't care that a small drop of blood stained his white shirt right smack dab in the crook of his left elbow. The artist schmoozed as much as one strung out on junk could. He downed champagne, laughed with the men's jokes and kissed the ladies' perfumed hands. While heroin made Len lethargic, cocaine made him feel like he loved everybody. And in reality, Lenny Savage hated the world.
-Savage/chapter 1
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The Human Stain ~a collection of quotes and snippets~
Historia CortaThe Human Stain is a book dedicated to quotes and snippets from my stories. The title is taken from my story Salvatoria (an Ambassador's choice, ONC shortlister, winner of The Black Cat Award's contest, and winner of Oh, What a Chapter! contest). Sa...
