Wednesday, May 30, 2012

In short- snort, snort!

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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