THe FReCKLeD FINGeR

    I am really not sure what today's theme is or what it should be.  Just looking at today's cartoon, I could go in any number of directions for the theme of the day:  Indians (again), Indians driving cabs, Indians making left hand turns in cabs, Indians honking in their cabs, birthdays -  but I am not.  I cannot think of anything to rant about - which I must give all credit to prescription pills.  I am currently somewhere in that gray area between when Heath Ledger opened the prescription bottles and when he had his big finale.  My current state of back paralysis grants me certain opportunities to freely, and legally enjoy prescription drugs... rendering me completely useless from neck up.  My high right now limits my thought processes and the ONE thing I can ponder is whether or not I can afford a prescription pill addiction at this point of my life.  All signs point to no.  I don't even have health insurance, which means I would have to go back to my old high school to try and find some pills for sale.  And who wants to go back to their old high school when there aren't girl's basketball games going on?