“ As much as the word can be applied to an illegal drug, Shabu is clean. “There’s no horse deworming medicine in this shit, okay? You can’t make this kind of shit out of road flares and cold pills,” says Nick, delicately unwrapping the Shabu demon atop the burnished steel of his Swedish designer coffee table. “This is the shit JFK was getting jacked in his ass during the Cuban missile crisis. I shouldn’t even be calling this shit ‘shit,’ because it’s disrespectful.”
