Meth fans in the Southwest: Do not be misled. Despite what your tweaked brain may be telling you, the blue meth you're buying was not actually made by Heisenberg or Jesse Pinkman. In fact, it's likely more dangerous than regular meth.
Jelly Roll, a 28-year-old white rapper from Antioch, Tennessee, has eaten at Waffle House more times than he can possibly remember. Hundreds of visits, but more likely thousands, to an inestimable percentage of America’s 1,600 Southern franchises. He orders the same meal every time, his particular variation of an All-Star Breakfast: scrambled eggs with cheese and wheat toast; hash browns that are double scattered, smothered, covered, and chunked (splattered with cheese, onions, and ham); a side of sausage; and a chocolate-chip waffle.
Remember the Great Columbia University Frat Boy Drug Bust of 2010? Frat boy cocaine kingpin Harrison David is heading to Rikers Island: He turned himself in today to serve six months in jail, followed by five years of probation. With good behavior and time served (his plastic surgeon father refused to bail him out for two weeks after the arrest) the 20-year-old will likely serve three and a half months.
Maybe the "don't try to force students to sell drugs for you" page had been torn out of Anthony Davis' "How to Be a Successful Student Aide" handbook, because that's what he allegedly went ahead and did.
We interviewed two cocaine dealers—one who deals with young Hollywood and one who looks after the old-school connoisseurs. They both expected business to double, but for very different reasons.
