96: not angry

Harry strolled on the street, plunging himself in deep thoughts as the cold air blew past his face. He was wearing a hoodie but not for the thought that Get-High who he once owed could catch him. It was liberating to be free from that sort of burden, even though the freedom had caused a gaping hole in his account. He also had to control the destructive urge of wanting to take drugs all the time if not, it would cost him a price that he would pay all his life. For the longest time now, Get-high hadn't called him and he assumed that whatever he did by not paying up on time had ruined their friendship so he didn't really care nor try to rekindle the bond. He had fucked up and he needed to cut his friend some slack for anyway he chose to react. Harry could have even done worse if the roles were switched because of all the things he joked about, money wasn't among and that was the truth.

His phone buzzed with a message notification and it was from the spy. She was still on her way to disco