I just noticed some crap on Michael's Myspace thing that says something about people drinking large quantities of Robitussin and I thought about how one winter when I was living with Laura I got hooked on Robitussin myself. I carried it around with me at all times, tucked in that big inside flap pocket thing inside my bluejean jacket(1). I drank bottle after bottle of the stuff, because I had a nagging cough(2) but I did it for months and months(3). I would put the empties on the window sill next to my bed and one day Laura came in(4) and there was like 20 empty bottles and she said, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE ROBITUSSIN???? YOU'RE A FUCKING JUNKIE!

And she made me quit.
This is an absolute true story. This is going in my memoir and this is not an embellishment. In fact it may go in my blog now.
The rest of my memoir(and blog) will be complete bullshit, starting with how I was born of average height but both my parents were dwarves and I was raised in a "scaled down" house, so I always bumped my shins on the counter.


1. I wore blue jean jackets then like Ian does now.
2. I smoked at least a pack a day. And pot too.
3. I never dreamed it was a problem because I drank alcohol until unconsciousness daily so why would I need it for that.
4. Uhh.....yeah. We had seperate bedrooms.