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by Lance Allen
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While I was out doing nothing much of anything I swung through the drugstore.
You're Mr. Wang, the pharmacist asked?
Yes I am. Is there a problem?
No sir no problem.
That's what I thought. I did. I thought that. Just fill my script. That's what I thought next. I didn't say that. I wanted to. But I'm not that stupid. Give me my pills. That's all I want. Keep your goddam social security. Just give me enough of these goddam pills. I guess they do. I just need more and can't seem to find out where.
Here you go Mr. Wang. Sign here.
I always plop down a nice big X. Just to fuck with them.
