DROP FIFTY-THREE
Patty’s mind went off to her first meeting with Diego, for some reason. She met Diego during a d**g bender. He had recently come into some money, one of his many schemes and surethings finally worked out, and he had wasted it all on two things: a midlist jugger athlete and a sizeable bag of coke.
Patty delivered both these things to him, herself and the bag. "Hello," she said a bit disgusted.
Diego wasn't exactly a man to take a shower often. "Hi, Patty Roo! It's so great to meet you, I've had my eye on you for a while now. Please, sit," he said and offered her a spot on the flea-ridden couch. He pushed some junk off of it.
"I'll stand, thanks. Here's your delivery," Patty said, offering him the bag. She was happy to get rid of it. Getting it here hadn't been easy, nor
