“Hahaha. Pththththttt. I had visions, I was in them, I was looking into the mirror to see a little bit clearer all the rottenness and evil in me.”
“Yes, yes.”
Who are you singing to today?
“Nobody. Jus’ me. Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God it sounds like they’re snoring. If you’re bored then you’re boring. The agony and the irony they’re killing me.”
All right. You’re loopy.
“Or is it the irony and the agony? I cannot remember.”
Neither can I.
“The eyes of a goat . . . East of Eden.”
Yes, one of your favorites.
“Yeuwp. Hear the voices in my head . . . “
You sang that already.
“Oh, heh. Snort!”
Are the pills helping even a little bit with the discomfort?
“That’s all relative, don’t you think? I mean, I still hurt, like, just sitting here and I’m pinging like, ‘Ouch! oh FUCK!’ to poor Brian and he’s got no clue what’s wrong with me until I tell him, but what if I didn’t take the pill and instead I’m rolling around on the floor screaming in pain as opposed to just an ‘oh fuck’ to Brian?”
Your point?
“Well, we’ll never know, will we? It’s one of life’s dark mysteries.”
I think we can safely say, however, the pills are affecting your brain more than your pain.
“Aw! Thank you!”
Seriously?
“What?”
For what?
“Something terribly important. Let me think on it.”
All right. I’ll leave you to your thoughts, or lack thereof.
“Ouch! Shit! UhhmKay!”
At Least They're Committed 
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