Pondering

There are two things I've been pondering since my encounter with the drug dealer last night. First, why did I let some random dude I did not know into the apartment? I had thought that "George" was my roommate's friend but I didn't even ask who he was looking for on the intercom. Second, how much should one tip a drug dealer? A dollar? fifteen percent? I have to say that New York really is the greatest city in America. Where else can you get drugs delivered to you? Hmm, now I wonder how many of those deliveries that my roommate has received were actually for food. Kinda makes you think, doesn't it?