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.