“We’re
not amateurs.”
“We’re
not?”
“You’re
a chemistry student; you have a specialized knowledge of chemicals. I
want born into the black sheep family of the Philly mafia so I have a
specialized knowledge of drugs and the drug business. Who’s amateur
here? The way I see it we’re professionals.”
“That
may be reaching.”
“This
doesn’t even seem as bad as heroin.” I read from the hardcover
book in my hand: “Listen to the effects: euphoria, increased
libido, alertness, concentration, energy, self-esteem,
self-confidence, sociability, grandiosity, excessive feelings of
power and invincibility, hear that: power and invincibility! I want
some of this stuff!”
“I
feel like you may have omitted a couple things,” he speculated and
took the book from my hands. “Aggression, psychosomatic disorders,
psychomotor agitation, hallucinations, repetitive and obsessive
behaviors, paranoia, and with chronic and/or high doses, amphetamine
psychosis can occur.”
“Amphetamine
psychosis?” I scoffed. “Tell me you know what that means.”
He
stuttered over a couple big words.
“Exactly.
If we don’t know what it is why are we worried about it? The only
thing I understood on your little list was hallucinations and they
could be fun.”
“Aggression?
You don’t know what that is? Imagine Nicky on this stuff!”
“Or
someone who beat Nicky up. Imagine the damage someone like that could
do.”
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