In point of fact, my grandfather left some barbiturates to my mother when he died. Not on purpose, but because no one in my fucking family ever throws any goddamned thing away. Not even pills. (Or, especially not pills.)

Neither the reds nor the shotgun turned out to be Good Things,* but you know—I'm over it.

* Fair use, Martha-Baby. Fair use.

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