People In Glass Crack Houses

There was a nasty rumor circulating a few months ago among a small group of people (okay, two people who unsuccessfully tried to make it a larger group) that I am a drug addict, which is entirely NOT TRUE, and if I spend too much time thinking about it, I can get really pissed. Nevertheless, it just occurred to me the irony that, even after breaking my leg, I have yet to medicate for pain (excepting the Aleve I took twice). For a drug addict, I'm not doing a very good job at being a drug addict.

Coincidentally, the second question out of most people's mouth - after first asking how I broke my leg - is if I have good pain pills. When I reply that I'm not taking any painkillers, do you know how many people have asked me if they could have my prescription? A lot.

Folks, we are a pill nation, not to mention a bunch of fucking hypocrites. Especially those two people I mentioned earlier. The irony there? The laundry list of THC, DUIs, MAOIs, SSRIs, and various IUPACs and other acronyms between the two of them could account for a small village of people.

So, whatever your DOC, just remember one thing: people in glass crack houses shouldn't throw crack rocks.

~ the lady