People still do coke. Mirrors. Rolled up 20s.  All of it.

People still do dope at the same time. And beers.

I was starting to think I dreamed the 80s. Evidently not. Oddly enough, this was about as appealing as my neighbor’s other “opportunities,” which usually involve crack whores. (I.e., my cue to leave)

I gotta stop going over there for football and beer. I really think he’s Satan or something.