I first met Ray up in the mountains at the I-40 rest stop, where I used to cruise sometimes. I found him leaning against a wall, albino-pale, with these watery fish eyes. We messed around in a stall for a bit, and then he said meet him at the red truck by the ravine.
And then the final sentence:
"So long as we find a dry bag of crystal," I said, because--here's how sober I was--I could feel high tide in my veins, srging toward the moon, cresting like it must have done every day of my life.
In between is one manic story where our protagonist continues seeing Ray, then doesn't see him for some time, then stumbles back into him and many others, mostly pretty sketchy. The crystal mentioned in the last sentence fuels both the characters and the pace of the story as there are times that the time jumps two or three months in a single sentence.
This story comes from the third of John McManus' collections (along with a great novel, Bitter Milk), Fox Tooth Heart (Sarabande, 2015), and the few stories I've read so far take that excellent starting point of those prior collections and raises up the level of the stories a bit--deeper characterization, crazier situations, even slightly more interesting writing itself. Look for this collection!