The last guy I knew who had dope alla time moved away about 20 years ago and I don’t think I’ve owned a bag of weed since. And wouldn’t bother to walk across the street for one now. But during my college years and right after it warped my life with fear — for obviously no good reason — and my old-folks parents freaked out when some meddle-mind whispered I was an occasional user (didn’t even drink so much as a beer in high school). They decided I was irresponsible and would not inherit any money directly when my father passed away. Coulda helped me get started as a writer sooner. Oh, well. Tune in. Turn on. Fuck me.