Fragile bottles

Rock lent an old acquaintance a bottle of insulin. Hours later, as they stood in a rain-soaked alley between two buildings in downtown Little Rock, he asked him to return it.

The acquaintance complied by removing the tiny bottle from the right front pocket of his shorts and skipping it like a stone across the wet gravel. Rock caught it, and was surprised to see it was undamaged. "Shit, man, these things are really easy to break," he said. "Not to mention that they cost about eighty dollars."