Rodney is as loose as they come. There are simply no two ways about it. He just loves drugs. From acid and mushrooms to marijuana and alcohol; he enjoys them all. Rodney has made the slow transition from the brightest young kid to a scattered soul that struggles to convey its thoughts. He’s kind hearted and friendly, but Rodney’s future is short and bleak. His long-term friends finally got together and arranged an intervention. They poured out their hearts and expressed their feelings, urging their good friend to change his ways. Although slightly high, Rodney listened contentedly to the earnest requests. After everyone present had given their thoughts, Rodney voiced his own. “I appreciate everyone coming here tonight,” he said; “it really means a lot to me.” The audience smiled at his praise. “I agree; I should consider a more socially acceptable hobby. I could join Mark with his tennis, Tina with her dancing, or Bill with his cooking.” He signalled each friend warmly as he mentioned their name. “But the reason Mark likes tennis is because he can ace virtually everyone in town, Tina dances better salsa than half of Latin-America, and Bill cooks a strawberry cheesecake that makes girls weak at the knees. They are experts at their trade, and that’s why they enjoy it. I happen to be very good at taking drugs. I can drink a box of beer after a handful of mushrooms, follow it up with a line of coke and top things off with a joint, and none of you would even notice. It’s not ideal I know, but I’ve found my calling.” The stunned crowed struggled to find fault with the spill. Rodney had a solid argument.