Apple Juice...

I see them three times a week. Crack cocaine seems to be the drug of choice.

Lenny comes in every week. Short. Chubby. Bald. Angry. Can you pee? I always have to ask otherwise it's a wasted cup. No pun.

Lines. Lines are good. Especially red ones that appear next to five different drugs. No line and there's a problem. Judge Willis won't be happy. It only takes 10 minutes to know.

Lenny's lines are always red. Faint though. Ever so faint. Lenny has used. We all know. Lenny beats the system. Then he's not so angry. The worry passes onto relief.

Faint lines. If it's faint it's negative. That's the montra. Faint means they've used. But a line, the defense attorney will say, is a line. A line is negative. If it's a line then it's negative there's nothing we can do.

Lenny showed up for court today. This time he didn't come from home. Seems Lenny was busted over the weekend. Disorderly conduct of sorts. Lenny was minding his own business. Just a little fight he gave the police. Out fell a cup from under his pants. Apple juice. It's apple juice. The police officer's nose told a different story. Lenny didn't think they'd really sniff it. Seems Lenny had to pee. But it wasn't his own. Some tests don't lie. No more faint red lines for Lenny for a while. They don't take tox's in jail for 120 days. Justice served. For now.