He opens his hand and theres this little plastic bag of powder. White powder. He reaches into his pocket again and pulls out a short straw. Voila. He says. Care... » 

He opens his hand and theres this little plastic bag of powder. White powder. He reaches into his pocket again and pulls out a short straw. Voila. He says. Care for a toot? I stare at the cocaine and while part of my brain wants to say No jerk get out. Another voice inside me is saying Why not?. «