Okay, so... I no longer use drugs.

I mean, I never really became addicted to drugs or anything. I have never used heroin or meth. One time I tried crack cocaine. Yes, that was. But it had only been eight months since then that I had been clean until Freedie, an old friend, tried something called K3. I took him up on his offer even though I knew it wasn't a good idea.

"Heard of K2?""I told him." He was high already.

"Spice, sure. Made-up weed.

He said, "Well listen, man."

I opened my eyes. I looked at Kent, a friend of both of us, and then back at Ed. "Listen to what?""

"What?"

"After saying 'well listen, man,' you went blank."

"Oh. What did we talk about?"

"K3."

"Oh, okay. Have you heard of K2?"

"Yes. "I said that just now."

He got close. "Listen up, man. This crap is a lot like K2. That's why it's called K4.

"I believed you said it was K3."

Kent stepped up. "Okay. Throw him off. He is no longer there. This isn't made of anything fake, Kev. "This is something new."

"Why did he call it K4 then?"

"K3."

"Why did he call it K3 then?""

"He calls it that because the high makes him think of Spice or something." But this stuff is like, on a whole other level. It has nothing to do with…