I have a
friend (who shall remain nameless unless she reveals herself, herself) who once upon a time took a
job at an all-night
coffee house. She being the
new girl (and obviously needing the money), she was placed on the
graveyard shift. She also being enrolled full-time in
college, this left precious little time for sleep. So she did what any
smart,
young,
responsible person who has
no problem doing lines would do: she scored some white powder. (No, not cocaine, although she has been known to indulge; the
other white powder.) Between the
coffee and
our pal she was able to work and attend class just long enough to
realize that most of her money earned from the
coffee house was buying her
uppers.