emy was in a cab on his way to an interschool squash club game at the Ninety…second Street
Y。 ？Sorry； dude；？ his voice crackled over the line。 ？I？ve been doing mom？s Zoloft all day。 Why
don？t you just buy a dime bag from one of those dealers in the park or something？？
Nate shrugged。 Something about buying a dime bag in the park seemed so 。 。 。lame 。 ？Whatever；
man；？ he told Jeremy。 ？See you tomorrow。？
Charlie was in the Virgin megastore； buying DVDs with his little brother。 ？Bummer；？ he said
when Nate told him about the situation。 ？But you？re right near the park； right？ Just buy a dime
bag。？
？Yeah； whatever；？ Nate replied。 ？See you tomorrow。？
Anthony was having a driving lesson in the new BMW M3 sports car his parents had given him
for his eighteenth birthday last weekend。 ？Check your mom？s medicine cabinet；？ he
advised。 ？Parents are the ultimate resource。？
？I？ll look into it；？ Nate answered。 ？Later。？ He clicked off and sucked the last drag off his puny
little roach。 ？Damn！？ he cursed； flicking the charred remnants into the dirty snow beneath his feet。
This semester was supposed to have been a twenty…four…hour party。 He？d had an awesome
interview at Brown in November； and he was pretty sure his application rocked hard enough to get
him in。 Plus he was no longer hanging out with little Jenny Humphrey； who was very sweet and
had a great rack； but who？d taken up a shitload of his free time。 For the rest of senior year Nate
had been planning to smoke up； kick back； and just stay mellow until graduation； but without his
trusty dealer； that plan was basically moot。
Nate sat back on the green wooden bench and gazed up at the sumptuous lime