He stopped by and we started talking about root canals and tooth pain and such. He told me he has a cracked rib and is in a lot of pain but doesn't have the money to go to the doctor and get Vicoden. I was like, "oh, you need some Vicoden? I have some..." I asked if he wanted it because I don't take it, but I got it for my tooth. I gave him the bottle (there were maybe four left) and he said "Oh wow...thanks!" ::snort::
I'm totally a white-collar drug dealer. Except I didn't get any money for it. So I kind of suck at the dealing bit.
May 15, 2008
I gave Courier Boyfriend my Vicoden.
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