The Best Pharmacist

How could this be possible? I had run completely out of drugs again? I had hidden hundreds of pills in  secret hiding places such as inside  tampon boxes or inside the piano or in the tips of boots or behind hanging pictures, or inside the lining of my jewelry box; but, as I frantically searched, I realized, it was indeed true. I was completely out of everything. I could not make it through the night without some type of drug...anything, but I had to have something! With my family sleeping, I sneaked out of my house at 2AM. I had nothing on but a night shirt and a Lady's Smith and Wesson tucked between my legs. As I quietly backed out of my driveway, I realized that I would have to travel right by the pharmacy, where, by day, I was a professional pharmacist dispensing medicine. But this was me after hours,where, by night, I was a full blown drug addict. I headed to a well known drug dealer's house located in an area of town known as "The Valley of Death". It is suggested that you recite the 23rd Psalm before entering "The Valley of Death" because if other addicts don't kill you,the adulterated drugs that you are buying probably will.I was already aggitated and twitching,so when the "lookout" took my order,I may have been a little rude and uttered some obscenities.As I sat there for what seemed to be an eternity,I was hoping that this dude would give me one reason to shoot him. By my alcoholic nature, I was mean spirited, but throw "jonesing" into the mix, and that made me very dangerous and unpredictable..Finally,he emerged from the house with my stash. He said all that he had in stock was "H"(heroin) which I knew was a lie. I came to a drug dealer's house for God's sake! The drug dealer probably had a lot of "H" that he needed to unload, and I'm sure that I looked like a desperate soul that he thought he could dupe.Little did he know that I was smarter that your average bear.I didn't like Dude or his attitude.To top it off, Dude tried to cheat me. I was really angry by this time. I  pointed my gun directly at his chest, and swore that I would kill him. He must have believed me because he quickly produced the rest of my stash without hesitation. As he backed away from my car, I fired a shot into the ground near his feet and watched him scamper. What was he going to do...call the police? I hit the gas pedal and sped away.We addicts do love drama.