this is a story about lingo and migration

"Hey. Hey, kid," said Canon X. "Got a little somethin' somethin' for ya."

"What?" said Fan 1. Canon X was a shady-looking figure standing on a corner, and Fan 1 thought it didn't think it looked too hot. Sort of pale and sweaty, actually. "What are you--"

"Just come over here," said Canon X. "Got something new."

"Oh my God," said Fan 2. "So good. It's soooooo good. You've got to let it give them to you." Fan 2 didn't look too good either; she was sorta slumped against the brick wall, like maybe it was holding her up. Her eyes had this blissed out, dazed look, like she couldn't focus.

Fan 1 started slowly backing away. "I think maybe I'll just . . ."

( warnings for imaginary substance abuse? And cussing. )