"She gets down on her knees, ready to pray, taking a knife from under a magazine laying on her nightstand; she crushes a whole pill with the thick part of the blade. Then she drags the blade slowly across her tongue, making sure to get every tiny speck of pill dust that she can off the reflective steel. She doesn’t waste a particle.
“Shut the fuck up.” She says rolling up a dollar. The dollar already creased, inclined on its own to roll up; obviously the dollar is no stranger to this ritual"