Now that he’s gone and outed himself,
I guess I’m free to tell the secret. I smoked pot with David Brooks. I
was one of that “clique” with whom he had “those moments of uninhibited
frolic.” There were seven of us. We all know what happened to Dave. The
rest: a surgeon (rich), a dentist (gay), two lawyers (one dead already),
one teacher and one househusband/artist (that’s me). I never spoke up
before because I figured if I threw mud at someone whose whole career
rests on being squeaky clean, well, that’s just mean. And it’s mostly
irrelevant now. I mean, like he said, we’ve “aged out” and “left marijuana behind.”
I was right down the street, at Lower Merion High, and this post gets that time right. (okay it's a parody...)
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