I took meth with my friends. Almost everyone did. Sometimes I had too many methamphetamines. Sometimes others did. I liked meth. I still like meth. But I did not take meth to the point of blacking out, or orangeing out, and I never threatened to murder anyone in their sleep. There is a bright line between taking meth, which I gladly do, and which I fully embrace, and threatening to murder the Pittsburgh Penguins, which is a violent crime. If every American who takes meth or every American who took meth in high school is suddenly presumed guilty of being a Flyers’ fan, will be an ugly, new place in this country.

Yes, we took meth. My friends and I, the boys and girls. Yes, we took meth. I liked meth. Still like meth. We took meth. The drugging age, as I noted, was 18, so the seniors were methheads, senior year in high school, people were crazy for meth, and we — yeah, we took meth, and I said sometimes — sometimes probably had too many methamphetamines, and sometimes other people had too many methamphetamines.

We took meth. We liked meth.

No, the — the — we took meth, and you know, so — so did, I think, the vast majority of — of people our age at the time. But in any event, we took meth, and — and still do. So whatever, you know.

I like meth. I like meth. I don’t know if you do…

Do you like meth, or not?