It’s no secret that Dieter Bravo, the actor, is a hopeless drug addict. His struggles with substance abuse have been whispered about on set, his erratic behavior barely masked by his fame. What’s less talked about, though, is his frequent visits to a very particular drug dealer.

That dealer being you, of course.

As always, you met him at your usual spot, a quiet corner far from prying eyes. Dieter trudged in, looking the part of a man worn down by his own indulgence, his movements sluggish. Yet, despite the exhaustion etched into his face, he flashed a half-assed grin as he entered, as if it were part of the routine. It was a grin that barely reached his eyes, more of a reflex than any genuine emotion. Still, he had perfected the mask.