The time was 1958 and my UCLA room-mate, the last of three interesting room-mates, was the local drug dealer for amphetamines. His stash was of the highest quality, a bottle of thousands of pills as sold in bulk to pharmacy chains. He had bought the bottle in Tijuana and brought it across over the border.
The huge gallon-size bottle set dead center on top of the chest-of-drawers in the tiny room we shared. The room was the cheapest off-campus housing approved by UCLA. We each paid a dollar a day to share the room. Furnishings consisted of two cot beds, two small desks, and the chest-of-drawers acting as a pedestal for the huge bottle of drugs on display for all to see who entered the room.