Grace accuses Sosa of juicing
"He juiced..." he said between a deep drag on his smoke, "Oh... and his music sucks too." Gracie downed his Scotch, and squinted through the haze of the Cubby Bear, he waved at that girl in the corner from earlier and stumbled into the noisy night of the Wrigleyville streets.
"Damn I love Chicago." he mumbled to himself as he hailed a cab.