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.”
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