I salivated like Pavlov's dogs all the way to Mexico because I knew I could
purchase over the counter drugs there that could only be obtained through a
prescription in the States. I broke as few laws as possible, thereby increasing
my chances of not getting arrested. That was part of the original lure of
alcohol for me. When I turned twenty-one alcohol became my legal drug, nearly
state-sanctioned.
Call me Dr. Jim. I knew what I wanted and where to get
it on either side of the border. It's just that sometimes I was so high that I
couldn't read my own prescription.
Snort laughter. Snort cocaine.
In short- snort, snort!
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 10)
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