the russian hookup

-Hello, E-?
-Hi!
-Hey, how've you been?
-Good, I've been good. How about you?
-Really good. Listen, I'm calling because - naturally I thought of you - my roommate had this minor eye surgery at SF General, and they didn't prescribe her any painkillers, and she's just dying. So I was wondering -
-Oh, you should get her some Vicoden.
-Yeah, do you know where I can get some drugs for her?
-I could make some calls - is it like a stinging pain, or a throbbing pain, or does it just hurt?

-Is it a stinging pain, a throbbing pain or -
-It just feels like they cut my eye open. Like when you have your wisdom teeth out and it hurts because they've cut you open.

-It just feels like they cut her open.
-Oh. Yeah, you should get some Vicoden or something they give you after oral surgery.
-Do you have any?
-I could make some calls.
-Could you? That'd be great.
-Sure, I'll call you right back.

The phone rings five minutes later.
-Hey.
-Hi.
-I made some calls to my Russian friend - and my friend, being Russian, has Russian drugs. So if your roommate is okay with taking Russian drugs...
-Are they...shady?
-No, they sell them over the counter in Russia. It's like Ketamine, but for humans, not animals.
I put E- on speaker as he explained the history of Ketamine.

An hour later, E- came over with an unmarked pharmacy bottle containing 8 small green pills. I offered him a glass of water, which he gladly accepted, sitting on our floor to roll a splif.
He looks at my roommate, lying back in her bed grimacing with ice over her eye.
-I'm going to put some cannabis in your tea.
-Okay.
Now she's losing interest in finishing complete sentences, but hopefully she feels a little bit better.

Acronot #2: bl-iatus

This blog *should* be on hiatus for the month of November for nanowrimo. I can't make any promises though.