Today’s word is rather edgy by Kaldor standards. There was a time when working at an agency and using cocaine went hand in hand; in London, that might well still be the case. Here at Kaldor, though, we’re a little square. We’re into green juices, mountain biking, kale. The only upper we’re addicted to is caffeine.
Still, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t fascinated by drugs and the underbelly worlds in which they reign. It seems I’m not alone on that front (see: Breaking Bad). El Chapo, elaborate drug smuggling plots, the failed War on Drugs. I’m perversely drawn to all of it — the more sinister, the better. So I’m closely following the story of fentanyl, the most sinister of street drugs, tragic tales of which have been in the news on a near-daily basis lately. Know your source, they say.
That’s why I’m going to stick with my drug of choice, which has the source (Ethiopia, Costa Rica, Guatemala…) printed right on the bag.