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An enthusiastic young copper decided to take his drug search a little too far. In the old days, Mick would have slipped him a financial sweetener – no fun having your door kicked in at 3am.
He’d been off the stuff for months, but being an ageing Rock musician made Mick an easy target. He would call his lawyer, if only he had the cash to pay him.
Mick can’t look at the photo of his shattered keyboard without shedding a tear. He still keeps it close, just in case he’s ever tempted to go back on the white powder again.
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