This is what I'm supposed to do, this is what normal people do. This is what everyone else is doing. Or is it? When I actually look at the world around me, I see something entirely different.
His favorite prostitute is always glad to see him, because there's no other way she could support her cocaine habit.
And the cop who tries to arrest her goes home every night and gets legally drunk.
And the cop's daughter, the pretty high school cheerleader, sneaks off and vomits after every meal so she won't get fat.