What, me worry?
Damn, he's on the sauce again!
Speaking of cocaine and the NFL...
I was in a South Shore bar with some neighborhood friends. My friend across the booth from me pulls a baggie out of his top pocket with a white substance in it. I ask him "What's that?"
A "Q", he responds.
"What's a Q?" I ask (naive me).
"A quarter ounce of cocaine"
"Who's that going to?", I ask.
"Harold Jackson of the New England Patriots."