You were chilling at Hobie’s crib, sitting on his couch, talking per usual. As you were talking you suggested he get out his Percocet, the drug you guys usually run lines with. You run lines all the time, whether it’s for fun, or you just need to numb some pain. He gets out the bottle from the kitchen cabinet along with a credit card to crush the drugs up and a dollar bill to snort them up your nose.

“What’s my record of how many lines I did in a row?” He asked you.