I’m watching American Greed about two brothers who opened up a string of pain clinics in Broward County, Florida. They hired docs with DEA licenses to rubber stamp pain medicine prescriptions. They were seeing about 500 patients, uh, addicts a week.
They made 40 million dollars in two years and were eventually put in prison. People died as a result of overdoses all over the country. What do you expect?
Of course, the brothers were crooks and went to jail, but the feigned outrage of the families who put all the blame on the brothers is over the top bullshit.
I don’t want to get into a discussion about why humans want to alter their consciousness, the simple fact is, they do. I do. I just use an endogenous drug these days. The endorphin.
We did all kinds of stupid shit when were kids to get high, from nutmeg in hot water, to eating the inside of a Vick’s inhaler. Ugh. Anything.
The escape attempts went on all through our adult lives. Everyone’s looking to escape. Aren’t you?
All the commercials horse whip us into thinking we should be on an empty beach drinking Bacardi. Reality bites! Didn’t you get the memo?
We all love life, but we don’t like it plain. It needs a little something. Then I see these family members screaming bloody murder that these two guys killed their poor brother or sister. GTFOH!
Take two of these and call me in the morning.