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So, I'm currently in classes to help me rank up my counseling job to supervisory level and to become a fully licensed substance abuse counselor. We had some guest speakers come in on Thursday who were talking to us about our responsibilities as future substance abuse counselors etc. I had received a gram of good blow on Thursday though, and I am not a patient man. So I went to a class about being a substance abuse counselor while on cocaine at the time and these guys were telling everyone the signs to look for etc. I realized that leaving the room without a reason would look sketch as fuck so I set my phone alarm to vibrate about every hour or so, and I'd pretend I had to go out and take a quick phone call. In reality I was going to the bathroom and doing lines, then going back in.
Somehow, in a room full of people who get paid to talk to drug users for a living, no one noticed that I kept leaving and every time I came back I suddenly had a wealth of information to share. When I wasn't answering shit I was looking at porn on my tablet.