This is a work of fiction.
Your dropped your pills at a show. Their quantity gave me pause. Like, not so many that you’re dealing, but not so few that you’re not relying on them for something. The Curravax bag didn’t make things any clearer.
For a while I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Saturday night in Vegas? At my step niece’s debutante ball? Hell yeah. Spin me, hit me, roll me. I’d wash them down with an old fashioned and wake up 48 hours later in a Bellagio suite one million dollars richer.
I found a dark quiet corner in my hotel (this city has a lot of them) and opened the bag. What order should I take them in? I looked up their imprints online… and to my horror I discovered them to be anti-anxiety benzodiazepines, non-controlled aminopenicillins, and immunosuppressants prescribed after organ transplants.
Sir, I was wrong about you. If you’re still alive and can correctly name the show, contact me.
