Somewhere in the northern suburbs, a teenage boy gathers with his gang at a party. He holds out a bag.
“Good stuff. Got it in the city.”
Shouts ring out.
The boy shares his stash and takes a hit himself.
He sees fireworks and floats away.
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Somewhere on the West Side, the teenage boy who sold the heroin gathers with his gang on the corner. He holds out a bag.
“Good stuff. Came in from Mexico.”
Shots ring out.
The boy sees fireworks and tries to run. Too late.
He clutches his stomach as he falls and floats away.
“Good stuff. Got it in the city.”
Shouts ring out.
The boy shares his stash and takes a hit himself.
He sees fireworks and floats away.
***
Somewhere on the West Side, the teenage boy who sold the heroin gathers with his gang on the corner. He holds out a bag.
“Good stuff. Came in from Mexico.”
Shots ring out.
The boy sees fireworks and tries to run. Too late.
He clutches his stomach as he falls and floats away.
