Hot Nick was more like a nickname attached to him for ironic purposes rather then real ones. His moniker should have been Sleazy Nick, Dirty Nick, or I’ll give you that coke for free if you let me do a line off your ass Nick. He was pretty good for that. I had known Nick through a friend of mine who never left town. She was more of a parasite than a friend. We drove up there on a bone chilling December evening because she wanted to get high. It was the week before Christmas if memory serves correctly. But look, my memory is pretty fucked at the moment. Everything is interwoven with itself.