The big veins in Paul’s long, skinny arms bulged out with brown bruises.
“Look how ugly those needles make my body look.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying the body is the temple of the Lord, and He must be telling me not to tie off and shoot up no more, that’s what.”
“Well, what do you think?”
“I think if you’re so bible-thumping as you make out, then you shouldn’t live on junk the way you do.”
”Maybe I’ll clean myself up tomorrow.”
“Right, makes sense, like I believe that, big guy.”