Lindsay spots her blow dealer ahead...

...her nose suddenly burning with anticipation, she breaks into a mad dash.

The pack of Camels she smoked for breakfast hits her lungs worse than the supercharged hit she took 5 minutes ago, but she's gonna do it! And when she gets her hands on that powder...

...she's gonna reward herself with a good, stiff drink. It's not everyday you buy blow. Well...she doen't buy it every day. She was in an suicide-attempt coma for a couple of days, and the painkillers she received for her sliced wrists took the egde off the cravings. No coke then. But now...it's just a short sprint away.