I noticed that the sun had started to set, and the room was getting colder. I asked Mr. Furlong if he minded me turning on the heater. He told me to go ahead.
I knew I had barely scratched the surface of the last 10 years of Eric’s life, or at least the parts of it we shared, and I wondered at what point the investigator would either invite himself over for dinner or ask to continue the interview the following day. So far, he seemed unfazed by the time things were taking.
With Alan out of the picture, getting dope was getting harder. I knew some folks in Denver but it was no fun, so we were using a bit less. Which made us restless. And made us look for distraction elsewhere. Those months were when Eric learnt sex. He was rough, let me tell you. Very rough. But he had a secret fire inside of him. And he was eager to learn. And I was eager to teach.