Little Pills
So, um, I think that little pill problem is rearing its ugly head once more. Yeah, apparently I wasn’t quite over the vicodin, like I thought I was. I also found out that vicodin goes really well, scarily well, with a few beers. Ha. We were all hanging at the local dive after a skating club meeting, having a few pitchers, playing a few games of pool. Billy, one of the better skaters in the group, pulls out a little canister of pain pills he said he was “saving for a rainy day.” He had a similar injury last year but never really took his medicine. I was reluctant but he said they go great with beer, and so I tried it. And boy was he right. Too right. I ended up buying the rest of his pills off him. Been taking them pretty much every day now for the past week. What will I do when they run out? Oh well, at least I’m having a blast. Seriously, nothing’s better than downing a pill or two, grabbing a bottle of wine and just hopping on the peoplesearch wagon. Now I now I’m gonna have to soon get off the wagon, but for now I’m just like if I want to look for someone find them! You only live once, so enjoy it. Person search, I think, will be the thing that saves me in the end. This is really morbid. Sorry. This will lighten things up: Rant Farm - To Real Ultimate Power.
