A poem courtesy of my buddy Sid McHenry...
You know that feeling
when you wake up
and you realize
you have to
get up
shower
get dressed
fight traffic
work all day
fight traffic again
and come home
and then you realize
that it's Sunday?
You know that split second
feeling of relief?
That's what Vicodin is like
for 4 hours.
posted at 17:41