The story of a drug dealer

[dark12]

Hey everyone. An old friend told me this story so I figured I would relay it to you all:

I have had an avid interest in drugs for at least a few years now, but it wasn't until a couple years ago that I decided to pursue my interest in the form of a career. I have experience with nearly every street drug and most abusable prescription medications. The thought of working in an actual pharmacy made me extremely excited. It was as if I expected to be paid in Oxycontin. Where I live, one must receive a license from the state in order to work in a pharmacy; one of the pre-requisites is a record free of drug violations. Luckily, I have always been paranoid and thus managed to keep my record clean.

I have been working in a local pharmacy for a year now and I must admit that my view on drugs has changed much more than I ever thought possible. Two years ago, to hold a Dilaudid(hydromorphone) tablet would be enough to make me dance with glee. Now, I stock multiple 100 count bottles without a second thought. Though, I admit I do get pretty damn jealous when I fill a prescription for 150 80mg Oxycontins for some 27 year old.

Now don't get me wrong, I still enjoy drugs... alot; and this does make my job quite uncomfortable at times. On multiple occassions I have spoken a bit too freely and corrected pharmacists on the effects or contraindications of certain controlled drugs. At times to a point where everyone will stop and look at me as if they just caught me shooting a speedball into my juggular. To this day, I fear the day that a friend comes in and recounts the previous night's ecstasy trip.

I have always had a strong respect for drugs, but while working behind the counter I have seen things that make me respect them very differently.
The other day, some guy I knew from high school come into the pharmacy. I remembered him as your stereotypical laid back pot head. He was just a chill outgoing dude. As he walked in I noticed he looked like he was very sick with something. His skin was pale and he was confused and nervous. He walked up to me and plopped a handful of change on the counter and asked for a bag of syringes. My heart sank as he stuttered out his request.
Then there are the patients that come in and throw a tantrum when I tell them that I will not refill their Vicodin prescription eight days early. This literally happens every day. Many of them have so little shame that they find it necessary to yell obscenities at me. I have noticed that middle aged women seem to have the highest rate of addiction to narcotic pain meds. There are even times when women get violent because they must wait another three days to get their Vicodin.
(Of course, not every person on pain killers is a junky. I know pain management is a very taxing chore in today's society...)

Years ago, I felt that all drugs should be legal. I saw the government as a tyrant that fed off stealing my freedoms... Now I know that not everyone is blessed with self-control and rationality. I don't have much trouble making my Adderall prescription last the full 30 days, but some people see a bottle of pills and they just can't stop.

I know my friend's story isn't a very exciting one, but I hope someone enjoyed reading this.

Reputation Comments on this post:

	interesting. thank you for sharing.
	good reading material
	Great story, very interesting read. Thanks for sharing.
	very interesting story, raises many important issues