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March 27, 2003
When Claude got tired of popping prescription pills, he sold the leftovers to freshmen at the local college. Plenty of those s'burban pups would fork over top dollar for, say, lithium, even if its effects on non-psychotics weren't of any particular note. Or Xanax, which got them pleasantly relaxed and took the booze a tad further, so they'd have an even greater excuse to make asses of themselves. Claude didn't do many drugs himself anymore, simply because he'd done them all and none delivered quite what he needed. Some were still, how you say, interesting. But not worth the trouble.