the cook: the wiener slides out
when the soda and water and cocaine are mixed right and heated right and stirred just right as the mix cools down, then when the stuff’s too stiff to stir and is finally ready to come on out it comes out slick as shit from a goat, just an inverted-ketchup-bottle thump and out the son of a fucking whore slides, one molded cylinder hardened onto the black wire
Context
The chemistry completed in loving, grotesque detail: the mix cooked and stirred to stiffness and then thumped out hardened on the wire, a monstrous white cylinder the scene insists on describing as a corn dog. The tenderness the prose lavishes on the mechanics — every stage timed and judged by feel — is the love-affair's real texture, the devotion the roster names, expertise indistinguishable from worship.