Damn it. Leave me alone. No, I can't refill your Lortab yet. No, I'm not married, but I tell you that I am. No I can't "front" you a couple of pills until next Friday. No, I don't frequent any bars or clubs in town. No, I don't have a "personal" stash at my house. No, I didn't know that your boyfriend just left you. Don't I have Chera-Tussin? Sorry, fresh out 'till next week. What's the best way to get a prescription for Oxycontin from your doc instead of Lortabs? I don't know....try losing a leg? You're 22 and I'm 39. I may be a fool, but I'm an educated one, honey.
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Cancer? Yech.
Addiction is an awful thing.
I can remember many years ago. I could go to a bar & if it became known that I was a pharmacist, it didn't take long for some skank to approach me & tell me "i'd do anything for a Quaalude".
'Ludes man, f*ckin' 'Ludes! But on a side note one of my non-pharmacy friends used to call me and three other pharmacy students "The Qaalude Girls." because we always "studied" at the coffee house but I think we played more pool than studied...
`ludes were a bit before my time professionally, but when I worked in my father's store, they were all the rave, sort of like Xanax today I suppose....
oh come now,
39 does not warrant an Einstein-inspired old arse picture!!!
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