However, now Spider was a wiry-bodied user of meth and fentanyl, and he had a wild beard, his almost entirely bald head gleaming with sweat. He jitteringly searched on the ground for something. His skin was deeply tanned and pockmarked with scars from old sores, and his limbs were ropy and long, powerful but taut and gawky.
From Buck the Ex-Con
His name was Spider, and he both smoked and sold meth.
He was entirely bald, skinny from lack of food, and he herked and jerked as he quietly slid into the crowded shower. Nobody else noticed, but Buck saw that Spider was fingering the pants left behind by the showering men, no doubt looking for a wallet to steal. Most men didn’t bring their wallets to the showerhouse though, for precisely that reason.
“Hey, Spider,” Buck said. “C’mon.” He motioned for Spider to follow him into the little maintenance shed, inside of which was the well, septic tank and water heater for the trailer park. Spider had been slowly undressing — not to take a shower, just to blend in as he stole — so when he saw Buck, he was already down to his boxers, which were cavernous on his wiry body. He had been smoking meth for so long that Spider’s body, pockmarked with sores and looping tattoos, was lean and ripped with muscle — not a lot of muscle, as he was very skinny, but he had not an ounce of fat on him. He followed Buck into the dark maintenance shed eagerly, assuming — hoping — that Buck wanted to smoke meth with him.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons