Collin says he spends his nights on the floor jerking off until dawn. I tell him without sarcasm, in my reassuring voice, I think that’s completely normal. I ask, are you sleeping? That’s the most important thing – amphetamine psychosis is a real motherfucker.

We’ve been here before, myself and him, took the lost road together on hands and knees.

It’s comforting, he said, to know there’s packs of wild dogs. And they’re somewhere in America, being wild dogs.