Ottawa Sun online – Cheaper OxyContin clones mean the worst is yet to come

http://www.ottawasun.com/2012/11/16/cheaper-oxycontin-clones-mean-the-worst-is-yet-to-come

You know a light bulb moment just turned on without the usual fanfare of being hit by lightning on this one.

Come to think of it, with all the measures that were taken to try and do me in over the years, especially on the corruption side, which incidently I narrowed down precisely to 1975 as the very first time it happened and I was a young naive smuck(yep – I was sent a second to close $1000 cheque for snow clearing from Levinson Viner in Ottawa and my dad caught it and asked about it, nope not my fault, I only billed once – with wave of the hand, I was told to keep it – nothing ever came from it – imagine that), so here I am today almost feeling guilty about all these drug things – almost to the point of a being a little confused.

So what’s the big deal about feeling guilty – well just imagine for a moment if I had jumped on the drug bandwagon full tilt ahead. You think someone, somewhere wouldn’t have gone to the same extremes to put the brakes on me getting my hands on them. I mean after all, a large percentage of the standards out there have been modeled after my likes, dislikes and behaviour. Now if I couldn’t get my hands on drugs via legal or illegal ways, I’m sure the security system to make that effective would have been a killer model and one used for correctional facilities around the world.

I’m out of the Box, so nothing less than extra-ordinary would have sufficed in terms of money and NRGY expenditures to make sure I wouldn’t have been able to get my hands on them just so I could have ended up 6 feet under if not deeper.

Far fetched – hey I could test the system and start using tons of drugs and see where that goes…. all legally. Gee, got a pain in the butt hanging around since working at that stair company, oops one on my stomach from wood flying full blast in a kickback action just before being fired from the job. And then there’s the good old co-worker who scared the be-jesus out of me saying he was gonna beat the crap out of me. Enough to be sick to my stomach and flip out…..

Where’s the nearest doc here in Calgary I can go see. Ooooops, last year my parents thought I was depressed and going insane…. Ah so much pain, so little pleasure…. enough to take my meds.

And yes, it’s truly a sad statement to have a clinic in a small town in the middle of nowhere almost. Hold on, at that rate property is gonna start to plummet at that rate. Then crime…. it’s endless. If we’re gonna have drugs, let’s make all drugs accountable.

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