He didn’t like growing old in America, so America gave him an out. We’d been dragging casual drug use around with us like a kid’s teddy bear since the sixties. With dope becoming legal here and there, the idea of an endless summer for the elderly where they can stay buzzed seemed like a normal next step. Out of sight, out of the way, and out of their minds. Senior High. Dominion of Dope. Opium Island. His last resort was high society.