Now that I'm hooked on this site, here's some more musings.

A few years ago a co-worker, kind of a hippie-chick and very cool, approached me about being a smoker and said if I ever needed anything, I could come to her. I did and she became a pretty reliable hook-up. As a thanks, I made her and her boyfriend a drawing of a skunk chilling with a spliff and they hung it on their fridge. A week or so later, and to my utter surprise, another co-worker came up to me and said she loved the drawing I made. The shock was this lady was in her fifties and I had no clue she smoked. I mentioned the encounter to the hook-up girl and she was pretty bothered, which is understandable since this was a sort of blown cover for all three of us. No harm done, but it was a little awkward.

I guess the moral of the story is art is a mysterious power, and don't make drawings for your dealer.