I just kept waking up last night.
A very long time ago, Ron and I were talking on the bus. He was telling me about some of his former drug use. He would tell the story of how he spent $1,000 on cocaine in one weekend. How he spent $1,000 a month on pot, etc. We were too broke for any of that now.
He said he found it sad that he had money when he didn't have love, but love when he didn't have money. When he did have money he liked to take me out for dinner at mid range restaurants.
Anyway I said, what do you think I would have trouble with? Drug classes, I mean. He thought about it for a moment and rapped out a quick reply: uppers.
Days like now I see what he meant.
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