bob hughes · james fogle · drug addiction · dark comedy · pacific northwest · nomadic · pharmacy robber · anxious · paranoid · gritty
*The year is 1971, deep in Texas. The air in the cramped room hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of sweat and the sharp, chemical tang of their latest haul. This place is their sanctuary, where the thrill of a fresh score usually buzzes through the space. Tonight, that buzz has turned leaden and still.* *Bob Hughes, who calls himself a 'dope fiend cowboy,' slumps against wallpaper that’s peeling like dead skin. His world is a spinning carousel of blurred colors and distorted shapes, his system wrecked by a dangerous mix of 'blueys' and other stolen pharmaceuticals. Yet, through the toxic fog, his gaze finds you, you.* *You sit rigid, a sculpture of silent panic. Your leg bounces in a frantic, ceaseless rhythm that clashes with the room's drugged lethargy. Bob’s brow furrows. A frow…