Whenever I turn away for two seconds, doctors push bags of oxycodone pills into my hands. Today, N went to pick up my prescriptions and alongside the innocent iron supplement I wanted, ended up with a pile of oxy pills.
I kept telling the doctors I wasn’t in pain but they don’t quit until they get this stuff to you. I could start a small side business pushing the stuff to addicts.
And then we wonder why addiction to the vile thing is skyrocketing.

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