“I’m just gonna spit this out. But you need to know who’s under your roof. If you don’t want me around after you hear this, I’ll understand.”
“Oh Hank, I could never—”
“Just shut up, okay? Listen.” Hank’s arms went up and he rubbed his head. “I was, I am, a crystal meth addict. I haven’t done it for a long time, but like I said before, once you fall down that hole, it changes you. You never completely escape the want for it, even though you know it’ll kill you eventually. Anyway, I used to do that shit—they call it Tina, you know. Cutesy name for poison. Once upon a time, I was big into it. It started out so simple. Some guy in a bar took me into the restroom and let me snort a little.
“Fuck. I still remember that night. I thought it was the best sex ever. That guy and me—we fucked all night long. Literally. That’s what Tina does to you. That’s how that bitch ropes you in.