drug test blues

so i got a new job, and they want me to take a drug test, so i guess i better study, it’s the story problems i have trouble with, like this:

if a teenage drug fiend leaves hollywood heading east doing 105 mph in a stolen lexis, and another degenerate wack-job burner leaves new york city hitchhiking west with warrants for possession and criminal trespass, how much meth will they smoke when they meet up in colorado springs?

i think the answer is d) a shit-load

the song below has nothing to do with the thingamagig above, it’s just one of my all-time favorite jeff beck tunes… enjoy