Oh, wow. Sorry to hear that. Glad you lived to tell about it. And thanks for reading.
Allen Augustin

The 80s for some: Some blow, a good blow, and voila — upwardly mobile.

The darkly hilarious part of my Reagan-era experience was that my boss (Jill) left early that same day, to go party with her VP boss, in a private hot tub suite rented by the hour. Jill had also procured some top-shelf cocaine for her private party — which must have been worth it, because she was promoted soon thereafter. Coincidence, no doubt.

The 1980s… As the saying goes, “You cannot make this shit up.”

However, good writing is always to be treasured. I really love your original story; its power had stayed with me. Thank you!

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