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By now, I'm sure you've all heard about the Vioxx recall. If not, watch TV, read the paper, or just check your mail. That's right, your mail. Pony Express, not electronic.
Vioxx was prescribed to me a few months ago and I got the script filled, but I never took it. But, nonetheless, I am in Big Brother's computer at my local pharmacy as having been prescribed it, so when it was recalled, I received a form letter from them. Honestly, I didn't read it. I saw what it was about and, being that the 6 month old medication was still collecting dust on my microwave, I threw away the courtesy note.
A couple of days later, I received a post card of sorts, inviting negatively affected people to participate in a class action lawsuit against the makers of Vioxx. I don't give a shit about these sorts off lawsuits--no amount of money is going to re-animate your Fen-Phen loved one, or correct a heart problem caused by some scantly tested medication. What disturbed me is that this post card was not adressed to me.
It was simply electronically addressed to "Boxholder."
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
