Dude was most smoke I have ever seen. A great used car salesman and extremely chill and sharp. I have no clue what he was really like under those layers or what he was trying to escape but whatever it was must have been enormous, the kind of thing one never asks another. We parted ways when I came home unexpectedly early one day to what looked like a large drug bust on my living room coffee table with the "best score he had ever found." We were roommates. He worked for one of the dealers I painted cars for. I did around half of my work out of the shop behind the house but specialized in smaller on-site paint repairs. There was no chance I was going to have that much in the house when I ran a business out of the same place. That argument is where the scope of his habit came out. I knew he smoked more than anyone I had ever seen, but don't ask don't tell was our relationship with that. I rarely ever smoke because it hits me like a ton of bricks and I feel the lag effects for around 3 weeks before I become myself again. Downers are not my thing, but "first do no harm" and "live and let live" are my core alignments.

Max Addy plus Vy are no joke either. I think he was using two doctors to pull that one