“Give it a minute, ” advised the Hinkle boy. “You’re gonna like it.”
At that instant the sickening truth hit me. My brother was far more than a pothead. For extended seconds, I debated what to do. Before I could even formulate a plan, instinct took over. I rushed forward out of the darkness, scaring the hallucinating kids so much, they both screamed like banshees, then rounded the bonfire and knocked the tube from Sean’s hand. It hit a nearby rock and bounced out of sight.
“Hey, b***h! What the hell are you doing?” snarled Danny or Daryl, staring at me looking dazed. I had trouble telling them apart. Built like tanks, they both looked equally menacing with their thick necks, wide bulldog jowls, blunt upturned noses with flared pig-like nostrils and deep-set hooded eyes of ice b
