I once met Mr. Robertson at a bus station late at night. He was wearing a very tired suit, he was sweating, and he was clutching a handful of small bills. As I stood agains the wall, waiting for my bus, he approached me, desperately wanting to buy some drugs--any drugs. Weird! When I said I do not have drugs, and please leave me alone, he was dumbfounded. "Surely you have SOME drugs. I thought all of you people had drugs." So I kicked him in the nuts, and down he went.