So this story takes place when I was still living in the dorms. It was a Saturday night and I didn’t feel like going out so I went down to my buddy Zeke’s room to chill and game. After a little while Zeke’s older brother (who attended the same school) stopped by. We asked what his plans were and he said he had just grabbed a bunch of coke and was on his way to the bars. Zeke and I had never tried it before so we convinced him to give us a line. As many know, after one line we asked him to give us some, and to our delight he left us with a hefty bag.
Fueled by our newfound energy we pounded lines, beers and cigs into the night. Unfortunately, around one in the morning we were out of smokes and had no ride to the store. But luckily Zeke said he had an idea and ran out of the room. Before I know it, the fire alarms are sounding and Zeke flies back into the room with a dumbass smile on his face. Before I could say anything he just says “everyone brings their cigs out for a fire drill, let’s go.”