A family comes into the city to buy some Tylenol chewable tablets from some discount drug dealers. Things turn ugly when the mother decides to write a check.

Drug Dealers Have Nothing For My Cold
by Patrick Kirk Gillock

Chesterville, WA - After a long night of coughing I decided to get out of bed and head down to my local pharmacy. Unfortunately it was closed, but while walking back I was approached by a shifty eyed stranger.

"What you need?", the man asked. I replied, "Well, you got any Nyquil?" "Hell no! But I've got some pot. You want some pot?" I said," I don't think that will help." The stranger is getting more agitated, "What about some crack?" I replied, "No way, are you trying to kill me? I've got a cold! I need fluids! You got any Robitussin?" The stranger angrily walks off. I yell out, "You call yourself a drug dealer???"

I was approached five more times on my way home. Each drug dealer failed to have anything to help my cold.

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