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Sunday, May 29, 2005
The first time I was offered meth...
...would have been, actually, last Friday night. I was walking down Burnside with a few friends when a hippie guy wandered past carrying a white rose.
HIPPIE GUY: "Hey, you need any crystal?"
We muttered "no." Thirty seconds later, Pete explained what had just happened to the rest of us. I was convinced he was trying to bootleg tickets to the Bloc Party show at the Crystal Ballroom. Nope...
But now I know and, as a certain, wise old '80s cartoon show claims, "knowing's half the battle."
Nevertheless, another question remains: are white roses now the universal sign for "meth dealer"?