Too Stoned Too?

   One morning with a prospective client, a waterbed store owner, I reached into my breast pocket to hand him my business card and a pack of rolling papers flew out of my pocket and onto his desk.
　Playboy would not have liked to see that move. I always could have been worse. As could anyone. Alcohol told me that drunk and sobriety tells me that sober.

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 15)