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Here is a little vignette from my wild and debaucherous weekend:
Saturday night I go with a friend to this bar I like on Avenue B. This is only a slightly sketchy area of manhattan, no fear of bodily harm, but kind of dark etc. I've been to this bar several times, it is very comfy with lots of couches, and cool coffee tables. It is about 2 am, and most people have cleared out, my friend and I are sitting in the back of the large, open room, with a fairly long table in front of us. A guy comes over and asks if my friend is a cop. My friends shakes his head and says "no." The guy, youngish-maybe 25, says "ok" and he sits down next to us and starts fiddling with his jacket. I thought maybe he was going to smoke a cigarette. Then he takes out a packet and dumps it onto the table. My friends says "I think he's rolling a joint." I shake my head and say "I think it's cocaine." A LOT of cocaine. He takes his sweet time cutting, rearranging, and forming lines. Then he puts a napkin over the powder, leans back against the couch and slowly goes through his wallet to find something to roll. Finally, he leans forward and snorts what seems like an ungodly amount. Then we waves a couple of his friends over, and they follow suit.
I was both horrified and intrigued.
Saturday night I go with a friend to this bar I like on Avenue B. This is only a slightly sketchy area of manhattan, no fear of bodily harm, but kind of dark etc. I've been to this bar several times, it is very comfy with lots of couches, and cool coffee tables. It is about 2 am, and most people have cleared out, my friend and I are sitting in the back of the large, open room, with a fairly long table in front of us. A guy comes over and asks if my friend is a cop. My friends shakes his head and says "no." The guy, youngish-maybe 25, says "ok" and he sits down next to us and starts fiddling with his jacket. I thought maybe he was going to smoke a cigarette. Then he takes out a packet and dumps it onto the table. My friends says "I think he's rolling a joint." I shake my head and say "I think it's cocaine." A LOT of cocaine. He takes his sweet time cutting, rearranging, and forming lines. Then he puts a napkin over the powder, leans back against the couch and slowly goes through his wallet to find something to roll. Finally, he leans forward and snorts what seems like an ungodly amount. Then we waves a couple of his friends over, and they follow suit.
I was both horrified and intrigued.