Hans Larsson

"Sky diving, surfing, driving?" He was trying to think of sober things because if this was what drugs did to the Swede he should probably stay off of them too. There were places things like this went that no one needed to go, even if Rekker threw himself into that abyss often.

"Fuck! The desert isn't this dry." Rekker shook his head but leaned into the Swede in his lap almost nuzzling against him but its strange and awkward. "If your hair wasn't year old straw you might not need so much that your hair is like melted fucking candy someone left in the car."