C846 Drugs

I never knew that one day I'd pick up drugs from my own bar.

When I got to the bar, the police were already waiting for me.

They were holding that little bag, white, like flour, that little bag, and when I saw it, I didn't know what expression to make, I knew it was drugs, and it was real drugs.

It wasn't like the last time I let someone take a drug to treat a mentally ill person