Garry James stood by the worn Formica table watching the production of crack cocaine. Although he was proud of his achievement, it was difficult for G to look at the drug drying on various trays. The urge to smoke himself into oblivion was always present. He wanted it again even moments after smoking a rock. His eyes became glazed as he watched and without realizing it he began to fantasize about the yellow nugget consumed in a flame, and then the sizzle and pop as it caught. His ...