“Remember organic Jason?” I asked Julie.
“From Far Rockaway?” she asked.
“One and the same,” I nodded, “that man was a walking contradiction. Everything he ate had to come from the organic food store, he bitched at me for smoking and eating red meat, he did yoga, he didn’t put any processed food in his body. BUT he snorted cocaine.”
“An organic coke head,” Julie laughed, where’d you find him?”
“Oh he was my father’s teaching assistant twelve years ago, my father introduced us.”