The Big Fix!

Illustrated by ENGLE
As a drug, uru was a junkie's dream. As a planet, Uru was paradise. But combined, the two became a living hell!
I read about a drug called yage.... Maybe I will find in yage what I was looking for in junk and weed and coke. Yage may be the final fix . —William Lee, Junkie .
I was meeting The Man in a cafeteria on West End Avenue—the rundown part of the avenue south of 72nd Street where all the garages and auto parts places are.
I didn't need a fix. I'd been off the junk for three months and I was all right. I was drinking a lot, but that was all.
The meet in the cafeteria was set up by an old connection of mine who'd heard I was interested in this new stuff. My connection's name was Rollo, sometimes called Rollo the Roller because he rolled lushes in the subway.
Rollo and I had coffee while we waited for The Man.
He's a funny one, Rollo said. Not like any other pusher I ever dig.
You sure he's straight? I asked. He wouldn't be one of The People, would he?
Nah, he's no agent. Don't you think I can make a cop or a Federal by now?
All right. I wasn't trying to insult you.
We sipped our coffee and talked in low voices. The cafeteria wasn't a regular joint. It might be in time, and then it would be one till it got too hot, but it wasn't now.