'Iolo,' one of them said, so Iolo walked towards them. He had no drugs on him, but it'd only take a minute to walk back to the bedsit. The closer he got, the louder the laughter, until he stopped at the pavement before them. They looked at him, their ridiculous faces full of confusion. A train shuddered past on the railway bridge above, vibrating in the ground under their feet. All three men looked up towards the row of yellow-lit square windows speeding through the indigo sky. Once the train disappeared the men walked away, laughing again when they got to the other side of the road. Iolo shrugged as though he wasn't embarrassed, or dizzied by this misunderstanding. Either drugs had taken his hearing away or someone was taking the piss. A fat Asian woman in the shop with the purple awning sold him ten cigarettes and a big banana milkshake. Back at the house he took his weighing scales out of the gas cupboard. Swept the loose grains of speed from the table, directing it all with his hands, into the balancing pan. He wrapped the grams in the pages of a worthless Batman fanzine, licked his fingers and made off for an evening of trade at Pontypridd Student Union.