"Of course. I will call you."
He helped me on with my coat. I went down the stairs and out into the sunlight.
Jones didn't call for days. I hardly left my room, waiting for the phone to ring. Once I walked over toward 45th Street, but I turned back before I got there. Jones had said he'd call me and I didn't want to get him angry with me.
Rollo came over to my place one night. He had some junk left over from scoring and offered me a fix. I didn't want it.
"Still off the stuff?" he asked.
"Off that stuff," I said. "That stuff is nowhere."
"You sound like you're somewhere else. Did The Man make it for you on the yage kick?"
"Yage's over the rainbow," I told him. "Uru is here and now."
"Uru. Is that what Jones serves? Never heard of it. Mind if I shoot a little old-fashioned horse here? I got trouble finding a vein lately. Maybe you'll help me."