Look. I used to love buying meth from you. You had great shit, your prices were extremely reasonable, and you were easy to meet up with. It has been almost a year since I told you I quit meth, yet today you call me? I didn't answer, but you left me a voicemail asking me if I wanted methadone. Then you sent texts. I responded, sure you were accidentally texting me by mistake. No, you explain, it is me you wanted to talk to. Something's up, because I'm not a pill popper (is methadone a pill?) nor do I do opiates, and I have NEVER spoken to you about such things. And we haven't talked in a year. So go set up someone else; I'm not about that type of life anymore.