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I thought it did a fantastic job of capturing the drugged-out paranoid state, and then it turns out he was right to be paranoid! I don't know; I suppose my life in the Eighties wasn't too far removed from his, so I appreciated things on a different level. (As far as drugs and such go- I only had casual acquaintances with some minor league mafioso. Spokane is a favorite repository of Henry Hill-types for the Witness Protection Program, after all.)
The Seventies and Eighties were wild. It's a wonder any of us survived, let alone reasonably intact.
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