So today was awesome, at least for me and my hobby of taking recreational drugs.
I woke up around 10am because I had to go to Housing Court... it's a long story, but the gist of it is I didn't pay my rent because I spend all my money on oxycodone. Oh, wait, that's not a long story at all.
So like I finally left the house around noon after drinking coffee and popping 10 Percocet 5/325s and 3mgs of Klonopin. So I had 50mg of oxycodone and 3,250mg of fucking Tylenol. I know that shit is horrible for my liver but I don't seem to be jaundiced just yet. Plus I ran out of them today.
That was a good bottle... it was "free" except for the co-pay AND the Pharmacist fucked up and gave me 10 extra pills! I've never had a Pharmacy error that was actually in my favor so score one for me!
Me and my girlfriend kind of had some trouble filling the script for some reason though. First we went to CVS, which is where we always go. They said that they didn't have any Percocet in stock, name brand or generic, and that it was on backorder at every CVS. So, we were like whatever, let's try the "mom and pop" Pharmacy across the street. The Pharmacy tech took one look at the script and said they only fill Percocet prescriptions that come from the hospital in the neighborhood. I guess if they don't like filling legitimate prescriptions from legitimate Doctors, that's fine too.
So that left us with our last option (that was close by, at least...but I didn't feel like riding the subway so I was really hoping they had the fucking pills), the last resort ghetto pharmacy. It was actually the best one we went to by far -- from handing the Pharmacy tech the prescription to having the pills down my throat, it was maybe 30 minutes. They had one of those fancy pill-counting machines that will make the Doctor of Pharmacy degree a very expensive but useless piece of paper (but that's probably not true, Pharmacists are very important). They also filled my entire Klonopin script a week early so now I can actually fill my prescription the day I see my Doctor which is very convenient, I must say. This pharmacy wants to fill 'scripts and flip patients like nobody's business...
Anyhow. After I fixed myself up I went down to the fucking court house. It was pretty empty for a change. I did everything I needed to do except serve my Landlord's Lawyer but I'm gonna do that tomorrow. I wish I got it done today but I'm such a stupid cunt. So I was out of pills so I had to call my dealer buddy. I grabbed a good amount of pills for a painful price and then go shopping at one of those chain Dollar-Stores. We got like, mad candy for the munchies later and laundry detergent and Tupperware and shit. You know, boooooring shit. I popped a 30mg Roxy right after I saw my dealer so it was like fun shopping for laundry detergent and shit. Everything is fun when you're opiated.
I bought some spicy pork tamales from this Mexican place I love... Usually they run out of spicy pork tamales and all they have left are the flavorless chicken ones... They aren't even worth buying.
So I had some leftover cocaine (probably 1/5th of a gram) and Xanax and lots of pot... And that's what I've been doing for hours... lines of cocaine mixed with oxycodone and popping Xanax and Klonopin and smoking pot... And I feel probably as good as a person could physically feel, just short of shooting up pharmaceutical grade Heroin and Cocaine... Jesus. Fucking hell.
Why can't I just feel mashed off my face forever and ever and ever without any sort of consequences???
I woke up around 10am because I had to go to Housing Court... it's a long story, but the gist of it is I didn't pay my rent because I spend all my money on oxycodone. Oh, wait, that's not a long story at all.
So like I finally left the house around noon after drinking coffee and popping 10 Percocet 5/325s and 3mgs of Klonopin. So I had 50mg of oxycodone and 3,250mg of fucking Tylenol. I know that shit is horrible for my liver but I don't seem to be jaundiced just yet. Plus I ran out of them today.
That was a good bottle... it was "free" except for the co-pay AND the Pharmacist fucked up and gave me 10 extra pills! I've never had a Pharmacy error that was actually in my favor so score one for me! Me and my girlfriend kind of had some trouble filling the script for some reason though. First we went to CVS, which is where we always go. They said that they didn't have any Percocet in stock, name brand or generic, and that it was on backorder at every CVS. So, we were like whatever, let's try the "mom and pop" Pharmacy across the street. The Pharmacy tech took one look at the script and said they only fill Percocet prescriptions that come from the hospital in the neighborhood. I guess if they don't like filling legitimate prescriptions from legitimate Doctors, that's fine too.
So that left us with our last option (that was close by, at least...but I didn't feel like riding the subway so I was really hoping they had the fucking pills), the last resort ghetto pharmacy. It was actually the best one we went to by far -- from handing the Pharmacy tech the prescription to having the pills down my throat, it was maybe 30 minutes. They had one of those fancy pill-counting machines that will make the Doctor of Pharmacy degree a very expensive but useless piece of paper (but that's probably not true, Pharmacists are very important). They also filled my entire Klonopin script a week early so now I can actually fill my prescription the day I see my Doctor which is very convenient, I must say. This pharmacy wants to fill 'scripts and flip patients like nobody's business...
Anyhow. After I fixed myself up I went down to the fucking court house. It was pretty empty for a change. I did everything I needed to do except serve my Landlord's Lawyer but I'm gonna do that tomorrow. I wish I got it done today but I'm such a stupid cunt. So I was out of pills so I had to call my dealer buddy. I grabbed a good amount of pills for a painful price and then go shopping at one of those chain Dollar-Stores. We got like, mad candy for the munchies later and laundry detergent and Tupperware and shit. You know, boooooring shit. I popped a 30mg Roxy right after I saw my dealer so it was like fun shopping for laundry detergent and shit. Everything is fun when you're opiated.
I bought some spicy pork tamales from this Mexican place I love... Usually they run out of spicy pork tamales and all they have left are the flavorless chicken ones... They aren't even worth buying.
So I had some leftover cocaine (probably 1/5th of a gram) and Xanax and lots of pot... And that's what I've been doing for hours... lines of cocaine mixed with oxycodone and popping Xanax and Klonopin and smoking pot... And I feel probably as good as a person could physically feel, just short of shooting up pharmaceutical grade Heroin and Cocaine... Jesus. Fucking hell.
Why can't I just feel mashed off my face forever and ever and ever without any sort of consequences???