Prozac Adventures

Do not fuck around with anti-depressants. You'll end up in a crippling tear-drenched sadness coma, curled up in a ball under your desk, one inch away from suicide. Yet, someone gave me a box of Prozac and Lithium to "sell" to kids at school. Um, yeah, anyway.

I easily could have tricked some yuppie into thinking these pills were ecstasy, but instead of selling my conscience for a fiver, I flushed them down the toilet, releasing them into the water supply. Either a lot of people are going to feel a boost like no other or I made a lot of fish very, very happy.

Bye bye, Prozac!

I also had liquid Prozac, which I applied a little "Drink Me" sticker to and left in a park. Perchance some lucky homeless man stumbled upon the bottle, took the advice and had a very different day from usual.

Holy Moses, what have I done? And how will I ever know the unjust ramifications of my actions? I don't watch broadcast news (some things really will screw up your brain beyond repair) so I'll never hear of any rampaging Prozac outbreaks. I'll just have to sit here and imagine.