Bax was a methhead. He wore a tee shirt that was ragged, baring his painfully bony body, ripped with too-tight muscles like a over-dried raisin. He got a scrawny neck tat. He was tanned like a farmworker, not a college kid, and he got a gravelly beard and a scraggly voice and a clangorous lean to his bulging rat eyes.
From Chuy the Ex-Con