The late 70’s. Drugs. Terrible rock music. Jack Palance. Andy Warhol. Even more terrible disco music. A nerd getting doused in baby powder by a semi-nude maid. I’d go on, but this frightening description is making Cocaine Cowboys sound more interesting than it actually is.
As I was going on my merry way near the Commons a nervous-looking fellow came up to me and asked me, “I got mushrooms, you want to buy some mushrooms?” Not catching on right away, I answered, “No, thanks, but do you have any peppers?”