Vicodin

Originally posted on a dead blog on October 30, 2008 Today started off well enough. I get in, everything’s flowing nicely, there’s hardly anything needing to be filled, nothing interesting going on. I get pulled away from the counter to pack up $25,000 worth of narcotics and fun stuff that requires a lot of paperwork…

When I punched out a week ago, I had a small pile of things I was taking with me. I didn’t have much there to take in the first place. Maybe I could have taken the picture of me and Shawshank off the fridge. I left a phone charger, and I think a tiny penguin…