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Without Kevin’s musical influence, I surely wouldn’t have moved from Florida to my beloved New Orleans after college.
I worshipped Kevin until junior year, when he began smoking weed and abandoned me and my antidrug bitching.
After Katrina, some entrepreneurial spirit realized this -- someone from Houston, we suspected -- and suddenly luscious, fragrant weed became available everywhere for $50 an eighth.
For the next seven years, I spent roughly $200 a month -- not a ridiculous amount for what I considered to be successful mental health medicine.
I always made a point to speak honestly about my habit to medical doctors.