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January 12, 2002
That half-gram was in my shirt pocket. I was too stupid see it, though. The argument raged with the coke was right under our nose (funny thought). I discovered the folded paper weeks later. I’d moved to a new apartment and needed to do laundry.

What, to my surprise, is this?

I never told her where the coke went. We weren’t on speaking terms any longer. I took that half-gram and made it last for three nights. Used my handy mirror. Cut lines on the dining room table. Watched a little TV, cracked open a cold Budweiser in the can.