I had a little heartbreak recently. Met a funny, sweet Vietnam Vet who doesn't drink . He's a retired club and cruise comic. I don't put out vibes since I lost Ray. He invited me over for coffee so I went. Offered me meth or crack. WTF? 70 years old? HOW. WHY? Too tragic for me.

I have no idea how he is still alive with a habit like that. Just makes me so sad. All the lonely people...

I think we are both too well aware of that. Or maybe just enough to save ourselves? I hope the latter. You were a pharmacist? Pharmacology in general fascinates me.