When you are good, bad things can still happen. And when you're bad, you can still be lucky. (The Poisonwood Bible)

Tony sat back into his chair. With a wink he said: “Told ya!” Tony flicked the needle before firing the needle through his shirt into his forearm.

“What are you doing?” Vincent said.

“The same thing you’re doing: I’m getting high.”

“You’re shooting up through your shirt? You didn’t even hit a vein.”

“So, still gets the job done. Who has time to fool around with tracing down a vein? I like it better like this. You just pop it in.”

Vincent looked disgusted.

“New levels of laziness. You can’t even take the time to get high properly.”

Rider offered Tommy a few satisfactory insufflations from his already heated supply. Rider didn’t inject anything into his body. He ingested, he inhaled, but he never injected.

“Roll up your sleeve,” Vincent ordered Tony.

Tony complained: “I know, I know.”

“No, you forget how much better it is.” Vincent took his needle and reminded Tony of the spoils of a job well-done.

One hundred people in attendance and not a soul could argue that Penny was anything but happy.