Did I force you to buy the cocaine?
Did I spend the last forty-eight hours shoving it up your nose?
Nope.
Now you say your heart is racing? Get out, really?
So, what you are saying is that you want me to spend my hard-earned tax dollars
treating you; when we could be keeping the bed open for someone who is actually sick? Not someone who spent the last two days on a bender sticking foreign substances up their nostrils.
And no, I don't care that you are wearing an Armani suit, but I'm sure the psych patient who you get to sit next to for the rest of the evening would love to have a nice long chat about that very fact.
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