i work in a kitchen, and the other night the dude i was working with was cokehead chris. dude does a line every 45 minutes, if it were me i would die from cardiac arrest after a couple hours in his shoes.
as usual i go out and smoke a joint while he rails more lines. i make myself a huge dinner involving steak, asparagus, apple pie, and ice cream. he stresses super hard about work, his girlfriend, and life. schemes for hours. gets a little shaky while rushing through work, cuts half his finger off and goes to the hospital.
im gonna stick with the steak and pie side for now.