I will never ask for oxycodone - better known as Percocet - again.

This stuff is like crack. Seriously. I have some deliciously fucked up dreams on this shit, and it makes me want to do it again...and again.

So when the pain stops, I will give them to my friend who is almost always in pain. I don't fucking need to have fucked up dreams with penguins in dress pants and a shirt and tie, working in an office, moving the mouse with his foot and using his flippers to type. Really, I don't, but it's still awesome. Which is why it needs to go.

Just like I don't keep around the cracklike liquor, I shouldn't keep the cracklike prescription drugs around. Nothing but trouble.