josh 's eyes watered as well and he clapped me on the shoulder before twisting to walk past me on the stairs . `` not the drugs , '' pete said , `` but that which the drugs show me . '' but it was as bright as a tiny sun . nothing about him would make anyone think he was a rebel . he sat in his large worn chair with closed eyes . he stood like that for a moment , thinking . the antique clock on the mantel in the living room chimed twice . 