The wife's son stole my pain meds, My Oxycodone, VERY illegal for him to have, I have to hand carry the script. What if they took it last night and killed themselves? I'm so mad, that if he's not dead, when he gets home, I'm going to kill him. Depression be damned. Oh, the cockatoo misses me, but he's sure to get an eyeful and earful of me today when that little fuck gets home.