A big day. You plan to sink a major six month ad contract with Fuster Bushkins, a hip and huge new shoe company. This will add 35% to the stations annual income in one deal! You toot up a few lines to energize and build confidence. The rep from Bushkins likes marching powder too. You and he make the deal over a few lines at a strip joint. A few drinks a few lines tits in face deal signed.
But your heart has been acting funny for weeks now. Beating too fast or irregular. You blame it on the coke and keep snorting away. In fact bills are getting harder to pay. Too much spent on the powder. Then all your contacts dry up or get busted. You are without a connection. Johny Inficto refuses to get it for you but he says he can score you some good weed. No way, fuck that hippy crap. You start drinking loads of booze and it turns into a uglier problem then the coke. Late for work all the time, doing a half ass job. Losing deals. Your life is falling apart. Finally it all ends with you spending your whole paycheck on drinks and strippers then driving home drunk and getting into a fatal car wreck. You at least killed a OFTL greedhead on his way to his coke connection's place.