In Need Of Valium 
PHARMACY | RELATED | AUGUST 7, 2013 
(I am eight years old. My mom and I are shopping, and we pass the drug store.) 
 
Mom: “I need to go there.” 
 
Me: “Mommy, no, I’m tired! I wanna go home; let’s go home!” 
 
Mom: “No. It’ll be quick.” 
 
(Mom pulls me into the drug store.) 
 
Me: “Why do we have to go here? It’s a bad place!” 
 
Mom: “Oh, really? Why do you say that.” 
 
Me: “Yeah, it’s called a drug store, and I heard that drugs are bad! On TV!” 
 
Mom: “Uh huh.” 
 
Me: *to other customers* “DRUGGIES! You’re bad people! Drugs are BAD—” 
 
(My mom hustles me out of there and never takes me back!)
		 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
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