pour_some_sugar_on_me amy anthropology Sugar. Evil. Destroys lives. (But only in a literal sense.) (sugar plantations. slaves. such a bad thing to have happened.) That was the music we had in high school. welcome_to_the_jungle 130121 ... raze this old guy with a beard started talking to us at the pool hall one night. he kept going on about cocaine. he called it dummy dust. the way he said it, i thought it was the funniest thing i'd ever heard. say that out loud. "dummy dust." sounds pretty silly, right? he talked and talked and talked. i think he would have talked to a manhole cover. he was one of those people. he asked if we smoked cigarettes. "i don't," i said. "i always want to smoke a cigarette like a joint. i never really figured it out." he glared at me. "you're so full of shit," he said, "i can smell the stink coming off of you." he was pissed. i was just being honest. he put a quarter in the jukebox and played "pour some sugar on me" as a peace offering. he figured i would be into eighties hair metal because of the way i looked. how wrong he was. 211101 what's it to you? who go blather from