The Required Amount at the Prescribed Rate (Handcrafted From the Finest Corinthian Leather)
The End is Nigh, The Rest is Silence
I've been working like a dog every morning, for hours at a time, and I'm damned close to finishing my Hamlet podcast . . . and bringing this thing to an end is difficult and it's freaking me out.
when i was 25 or so, i was proscribed oxycontin after surgery to reattach the tendon of my middle finger, which i'd injured playing goalkeeper in indoor soccer. i took a pill and had a beer. i was fucking flying.
all the next day at work, i looked forward to the evening so i could do it again.
when i got home, i flushed those pills down the drain. it's no stretch at all for me to understand how people get addicted to that shit.
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when i was 25 or so, i was proscribed oxycontin after surgery to reattach the tendon of my middle finger, which i'd injured playing goalkeeper in indoor soccer. i took a pill and had a beer. i was fucking flying.
all the next day at work, i looked forward to the evening so i could do it again.
when i got home, i flushed those pills down the drain. it's no stretch at all for me to understand how people get addicted to that shit.
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