There was also a dime bag of schwag weed in the box, and a half a pack of Winston’s, along with four pills of Oxycontin which I had gotten from my friend Amanda after having been prescribed to her after she’d given birth to her son Jeremy. She’d had problems with the delivery on account that she was so small, and during the botched labor the doctor had to do an emergency caesarean on her to get him out. The procedure had torn her up something awful, so the doctor had prescribed the pills so she could manage the pain while she healed. But Amanda had told me that she couldn’t take them on account that they made her drowsy enough to pass out and she wouldn’t have been able to hear her baby crying. So, she had no choice but to suffer through
