Massimo pulled up outside the dingy motel, a flickering neon sign and half blown street light the only thing illuminating the parking lot. It was eerily silent, save for a couple screaming at each other in one of the room.
He trudged to the familiar door. The one he knew all too well. He didn't bother knocking.
Honey was laying on the bed with his back turned to the unlocked door. He was wearing a massive, dirty t-shirt and baggy basketball shorts. His hair was matted and dirty. Massimo just sighed and stepped into the room.
The room was a mess. Over-flowing ashtrays, used needles, little baggies and tin foil strewn on every surface. Pathetic.
Honey,
Massimo said firmly, sitting gingerly on the edge of the dirty bed. In his hand was another little baggie and a fresh needle. Sit up. I got you a present.
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