Steve was a good friend of my uncle. Steve took the couch while my aunt and uncle took the bedroom the first night they hooked up back in 1970something
Total bad ass and a true wingman. I respect him even more now.
Steve was a good friend of my uncle. Steve took the couch while my aunt and uncle took the bedroom the first night they hooked up back in 1970something
Total bad ass and a true wingman. I respect him even more now.
Steve was a good friend of my uncle. Steve took the couch while my aunt and uncle took the bedroom the first night they hooked up back in 1970something
Total bad ass and a true wingman. I respect him even more now.
He went through a big coke phase so there’s that.
Who hasn't?
I’m a coke virgin.
Len Bias died during my formative years, so I have an irrational fear of my heart blowing up if I try coke.
Closest I've come to the drug was on the way back from Marie Callenders to the stage in Valencia working on T2 when my boss was behind the wheel but I was steering because he was taking a hit off his pot pipe. He offered me a hit, I said no thinks I'm driving, he thought it was funny, tossed the still-lit pipe across the dash, leaned over me, reached into the glove box, and pulled out a softball-sized bag of coke and put it in my right hand. So I'm steering from the shotgun seat with my left hand, holding several thousand dollars worth of coke in my right, with my drunk/high boss asking me if I've ever seen so much blow in my life.
Steve was a good friend of my uncle. Steve took the couch while my aunt and uncle took the bedroom the first night they hooked up back in 1970something
Total bad ass and a true wingman. I respect him even more now.
He went through a big coke phase so there’s that.
Who hasn't?
I’m a coke virgin.
Len Bias died during my formative years, so I have an irrational fear of my heart blowing up if I try coke.
Closest I've come to the drug was on the way back from Marie Callenders to the stage in Valencia working on T2 when my boss was behind the wheel but I was steering because he was taking a hit off his pot pipe. He offered me a hit, I said no thinks I'm driving, he thought it was funny, tossed the still-lit pipe across the dash, leaned over me, reached into the glove box, and pulled out a softball-sized bag of coke and put it in my right hand. So I'm steering from the shotgun seat with my left hand, holding several thousand dollars worth of coke in my right, with my drunk/high boss asking me if I've ever seen so much blow in my life and I said "Just a few grand worth? Nothing special."
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Closest I've come to the drug was on the way back from Marie Callenders to the stage in Valencia working on T2 when my boss was behind the wheel but I was steering because he was taking a hit off his pot pipe. He offered me a hit, I said no thinks I'm driving, he thought it was funny, tossed the still-lit pipe across the dash, leaned over me, reached into the glove box, and pulled out a softball-sized bag of coke and put it in my right hand. So I'm steering from the shotgun seat with my left hand, holding several thousand dollars worth of coke in my right, with my drunk/high boss asking me if I've ever seen so much blow in my life.