Instructor' s Manual You Said It!

I take it you're not the contact," Houston pointed to me, "She is". "That's more like it," Buffett smiled. "A little Byrd told me I'd be meeting with a Diamond in the Rough."[32] "I prefer a Diamond in the Buff," he said, "I've got a studio across the street." As we walked toward his studio, I was oblivious to the meaning behind his conversation. with Houston and commented, "I understand you're an instructor. I wish I had brought my racquet." "I'm not that kind of an instructor," Buffett explained, "I'm a point man for Uncle. And you've got an appointment with me. I have some instructions to give you." As we entered his studio, he said, "Welcome to paradise," and gestured me in. We went into the small living quarters, which may have appeared even smaller due to the electronic equipment, acoustic guitars, and furniture that filled the room. A black mirrored coffee table, atypical of cocaine users I'd known, was the clearest spot in the room, A gold razor blade, cocaine residue, an ashtray full of marijuana roaches, and a fanned deck of card with the queen of hearts on top lay on the table ...»