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Cocaine is a hell of a drug

It's a little past 4 a.m. in the summer of 1980. You come to on the back deck of a Malibu beach house and stumble into the living room. Last thing you remember is downing a stash of Paul Masson Chablis at a party up in the hills with some guy you met who said he's about to break big in the business.