Finally Johnny comes back and we go to his place on Twenty-first Street, which is right across from the police station. There’s all these cops and police academy recruits walking up and down the block, and Johnny goes to pull the keys out for his apartment, and this huge bag of coke falls out on the sidewalk. He kind of looks up and down the block like, Is anybody noticing? Then quickly scoops it up back into his pocket and said, “Sorry, Bob, I ain’t got no class.” I said, “No, you got a lot of style, but you got no class.”
