Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Black Humor
After bringing in one of our regular “methadonians” who was found nodding out (and breathing about 6 times a minute) on a local street, the paramedic sung softly in my ear (to the tune of “Horse with No Name" by America) “He went to the dealer, bought some horse with no name/Narcan’d him twice and he’s still not the same...”
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I love that you called him a methadonian! I live between a train station and a methadone clinic so I have a lot of them walking past me and that is the word my boyfriend and I always use to describe them lol
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