“pot,”“weed,” or, in this case, “Moon Dust”[WARNING!! DO NOT SMOKE SUBSTANCE.]Substance will be submitted to the Justice Ministry for examination. It has been weighed and is vigorously controlled. Any misuse will be prosecuted under penal code 717-3 SUPERIOR!!The sun golden-yellowed over tenement tops.They were up on the roof, looking down on the apartment. It was a chilly morning, and they both had the collars of their raincoats turned up high.They were laughing. Bobbing back and forth. They were on a stakeout on a cold morning in the South Bronx. They were freezing their asses off. Their clothes were from the freaking 1890s. They couldn’t stop laughing.“I’m fa-fa-freezing.” Killy’s teeth chattered.“It’s not even officially fall,” Kelly said.Killy sniffed his own lapel. “Why do we always buy such cheap suits?”“Uh-uh. I’m not spending money on clothes I’ll need just for five minutes someplace. We’re doing a lot of time-jumps lately.”“But we’ll make ourselves cuh-cuh-conspicuous,”
