A Day in the Life of an Anti-Drug Zealot
February 16, 2005
He woke up at his usual time of 6 a.m., rubbed his eyes, and brewed a pot of coffee. "Man, I'd be finished without this stuff," he chuckled to himself.
After a hectic morning, he decided on a two martini lunch: "It's to calm the nerves," he said to the wide-eyed waitress.
Finished with work, he heads home, where he enjoys a thick steak, salted baked-potato, and creme brulee.
For his post-dinner pleasure, he winds down with a good book, a courvoisier and a Cohiba his friend snuck in after vacationing in the Dominican Republic.
At around 9 p.m. he popped a little blue pill, since things haven't worked the same since he turned 50.
Afterwards, he and his wife are watching the evening news when a headline flashes at the bottom of the screen. "BREAKING STORY: Man caught with 50 kilos of marijuana arrested."
"Thank God," he says to his wife, "that the police are keeping these dope pushers off the streets."