Vintage Rumour – Smuggler’s Pocket

This newly appointed fashion scribe, with the innate ability to scrounge blood from a designer stone, found a little something in his pocket recently that he really wished he hadn’t found. After boarding a plane to fly to some far away destination, the writer in question dipped his hand into his jacket pocket, as one does and felt something very strange. What was this carefully folded piece of paper? An envelope, say an inch by half an inch in size? Oh sugar! It was, of course, a gram of nasal stimulant – coke, we believe it’s called. Apparently, his friend, an unnamed billionaire’s long-haired daughter, slipped the naughty substance into his pocket at a party the night before. But what to do? Flush it? Sniff it? Nooooooo, he just got off the plane and walked straight through nothing to declare. KRAZY!