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In the early 1980's, I worked my way through college as a janitor, cleaning the same classrooms by night that I studied in by day. My boss, Harvey, simply could not function unless he was drunk or high. He literally refused to leave the house until he had a few drinks or lines.
There have always been people dependent on mood-altering substances to live some semblence of a normal life. It's not a recent thing.
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