There was something not quite right about the way he breathed. It was rough. A little as if he was parched and needed a drink. I sat down on the floor near to the bunk wondering what I ought to do. A few feet away Janey was quiet and relaxed in sleep. I didn’t want to wake him. But I was worried....
She was leaning against the wall. We waited for Sam Wright. It was odd, until I realised that the self-assured Sam was the same Sam who had been on the edge of Hanson’s crowd. His hair was longer then too, and he wasn’t as clean looking. Back then he smoked joints and played the guitar. He had do...