I used to be married to this one guy… we’ll call him “Jimmy” (actually we do call him Jimmy because it’s a name that can roll off an angered tongue without sounding angry). So this Jimmy guy had a Prescription Pill Popping Problem or PPPP. He was also a guy who valued discipline (go figure) and self-denial (what a Paradox for that PPPP!) and expected those around him to do the same.
Jimmy would ride my case about the many indulges I partook of on a daily bases. Things like bread, steak, gum, mashed potatoes, pillows, toilet paper, etc. The kicker to his tyrannical attainment was the wicked and baneful Hot Shower. Yes - a hot shower was off limits. There was many an argument over the temperature setting on the water heater.
I was taking a shower the other day (A Hot One – mind you – I’ve had a Hot One every day now for 10 years)… anyway, taking a shower and the solution to the War on Drugs was revealed to me through droplets of hot water and steam. If poor Jimmy would have taken a Hot Shower every morning he wouldn’t need 25 percocet to make it through the day.
I’m working on T-shirts.
- Take Showers Not Drugs
- Keep drugs at bay… take a hot one today.
- D.A.R.E to do 121 not heroin.
- Spend your drug money on your water bill.
- Lather up a clean blood stream.