When I got my tattoos no one in my circle of acquaintances had one. And I know a lot of people. Now, every second person I meet has his/her body inked.
When I did cocaine, it was still a hard drug that you could do hard time for, and therefore, once word got around, you were looked on with awe, fear, a bit of pity and some disgust. Just before the cops in Maharashtra and Goa went ape shit on the drug scene recently, every body was powdering their noses.
Populism of the anti-culture is stealing my thunder. Damn!
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