You're a lady

Here came Michael Houston, staggering along on the scarecrow-thin legs, his Savile Row suit flapping around his unbelievably gaunt frame, holding out a vial of cocaine in one skeletal hand. 'Toot-sweet?' he screamed at Halleck - it was the voice of a rat caught in a trap and squealing out the last of its miserable life. 'Toot-sweet? It helps speed up your metabolism, Billy-boy! Toot-sweet? Toot-'

With deepening horror Halleck realized the hand holding the vial was not a hand at all but only clattering bones. The man was a walking, talking skeleton.

He turned to run, but in the way of nightmares, he could seem to pick up no speed. Although he was on the Main Street sidewalk, he felt as if he was running in thick, sticky mud. At any moment the skeleton of Michael Houston would reach out and he - it - would touch his shoulder. or perhaps that bony hand would begin to scrabble at his throat.

I managed to get Stephen King's Thinner for RM10 at a secondhand bookstore. It's not in the best condition but still readable. I love his writing.I saw Vishag & Vishal at Oldtown. It's been 2 years since they switched schools. Both of them have little mustaches now.
Saw Hau Sean in the morning too at breakfast in Klang. It's a small small world :)