I was interning for a Pharmaceutical research company, it was a nonprofit so it was mostly old doctors and pharmd's that worked barely full time for something to do with their time that could also be classified as a tax write off. I stole their business cards and used them as proof of license to the farmacias in Mexico. The prices were great, and the drugs were unregulated by any sort of FDA so each pill was a surprise! Come to think of it, that buisness card trick even worked on a border patrol agent that time i got caught... well, that and a low cut shirt. I'd show up to work 3-5 every school day and 9-5 during the weeks i had off. Then I'd leave work at 5 and head straight "back to school to go to a church meeting"... or off to do other things they'd say no to.. snort some vicodin and hang out at the mall, drink cheap beer around a bonfire, smoke pot at Armory park, or smoke and drive around to various fast food resturaunts gorging ourselves, making false promises we'd eat healthy and work out later. And now here we are, "later," Audrey dairy and gluten free due to severe allergies. Me a raw yogini. This symphony of life never ceases to amaze me.
We owned the city, we didn't care. By we, I'm usually refering to Audrey and myself. The two of us flittered among groups in town; a gaggle of gays, faggot football stars, butt buddy baseball boys, cocksucking stoners, and we befriended select females.
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