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Sick

Having old-man smoker coughing fits that end with something scary-looking in a napkin. Being sick sucks, except its very good for my soul. It's like a vacation from the pressure to do things, and a good excuse to take legally sanctioned drugs.

My doctor prescribed some cough syrup with codeine and when I went to pick it up, the pharmacist had two bottles.

"Why two bottles?"

"So, it stays fresh for next time."

Then, I swear, she sort of winked at me like, "have a good time..."

Oh, I will...I thought as I wondered if she chugs one of those little bottles every night.

Just for today, I can be stoned while I get better.

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