The White Van and the Pink Pills

Posted on September 12, 2007 in Daily Life

At the end of the street, a white van. The markings: Orange County Crime Scene Investigation. A phrase out of a television show. No one was around. The van presumably locked. I sniffed the air, checked the decks for clues, then tried to remember if I had seen or heard anything unusual other than the cries that came from my own throat when I accidentally dropped a Bluetooth down the toilet, ruining it to the tune of $40.

Getting your dose of Effexor cut is hell.