Michael Jackson's Death Points Out the Need for Healthcare Reform, for sure. It's only the rich and famous who get ready access to prescription drugs of abuse without any fear of the DEA or the cops trailing your car, and not all of us have a Cuban Maid like Rush Limbaugh to send down to the Denny's with a cigar-box-full of $100 to score for us.
And we need someone for the family to sue when we Fuck Up the Dose and get ourselves killed. Back in the olden days, one had to take the rap for mainlining a hot bag and dying on the can somewhere seedy. And we're scared of needles.
Americans, for sure, are going to get what they want. It's the national credo. And drug use isn't all smoking dope and listening to Jethro Tull and getting insight about reality - it's fucking reality that's driving us off the mesa screaming, and we want Delicious Downers to absorb 47x their weight in Excess Reality.
But we're too chickenshit to go down to FunkyTown to score a bag, better to pick it up in the clean, lighted drive-thru pharmacy, and cop a few of Grandma's Demerol for the cancer pain. Grandma can understand. She feels OUR pain.
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