Coffee: Venti Starbucks Americano
I grabbed coffee quick on the way to a pre-employment drug screening. The office was in a nest of other offices. It was brick. The parking lot was full. The waiting-room was full. No-one wanted to be there. The staff was stressed and the customers loud. People watched things on their phones. A kid kept talking about Bill Nye.
It’s weird living in a world that needs to know what’s inside you to accept you. I peed in a cup, they taped it up and took it to the back. When they run the urine they’ll find caffeine from coffee, a bit of protein from a weird kidney abnormality I’ve had since birth, but no drugs. And that’s enough? I’ve known some drug-doers. I’ve known some drug dealers. Some of the doers were bad people but most were complicated as anyone else. Some of the dealers just wanted a better pair of shoes.
I taught some kids whose brothers and mothers dealt drugs. Cocaine in a piss-cup is the same cocaine that frosts chocolate cake on a thirteenth birthday.
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison
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