And the others...Still Munch POV(who else's, right?)
What We Talk About When We Talk About Drugs parts 2 and 3
The Drug War
But the scene is ugly now. Every day, I come in to work and some frat-rat asshole has put another roofie in a college girl’s drink. And people get on chemicals that make them angry enough to tear each other’s heads off. What can we do, Elliot, the drug war’s over. And we lost. All we have left is lip service and prohibition...oh, great, start in about the kids again...ok, we lost everywhere but your little corner of Queens, happy, now, babe? Honestly, you’re so naive it’s like talking to Timmy sometimes...Bayliss from Baltimore. You probably were on the Good Ship Lollipop together once. But he was good, like you, until... where was I?
Beyond Substances
Women have always been my main drug of choice. Still are, even though I’m like a dry drunk these days until a certain red-haired sargeant makes her way here on the train again. You know what I mean, and not only about Kathy...I’ve seen how you look at Liv. Like you’re starving and she’s the last cupcake....there’s not a face in the world I know better. Trust me, you don’t need the tsuris...she’s your partner, and, to put it bluntly, I’m not sure she drives stick anymore...there’s a rumor going around about her and somebody in the DA’s office...pretty messy.(I confess to occasionally wanting to be a fly on the wall, but I’ll take the Fifth if you press me.)