what goes on - 02-02-02

so last night at casino el camino stevo walks in. he's a total joker - utility jacket and slicked-back hair, but also this pencil-thin moustache he's had for years. when he sees me he starts making blowjob motions over his bottle of beer. he's winking and making eyes. at our table they're giving me shit for naming songs as they come on the jukebox. something comes on i don't know and i just say i don't like that song anyways, but then i name the next one and say "i love this song" and then something about how i willed it to come on. and then i'm saying how i'm omnipotent. but sara says "impotent? 'i'm impotent'?" and just as i spread my arms grandly and say 'I'M IMPOTENT!" stevo comes by and palms me something. a pill. a big white tablet actually. "muscle relaxant" he says. "what exactly?" "muscle relaxant. you'll love it." very informative. he ruffles my hair and goes away.

yeah right, like i'm gonna take that fucking pill, if you're wondering if that's where this story's going. but i'm curious about it. i used to have some friends with their own pill press, they had some hook-up on dextromethorphan. this thing's really big though. and it's got some design on it. it doesn't look industrially made, like a pharmaceutical, but with that design it doesn't look like someone pressed it in their kitchen either. a little lab somewhere? the design looks kind of like a flower or a sunrise. i just figured out what the text says - "Co" with "llins" right below it. so maybe it's commercial? collins? someone's generic mydol? who knows.