3/01/07

SO had court last night, re: OW's charges. Because he had no legal representation with him, the judge ordered a continuance, or rather, that's what SO has told me. He needs to get a lawyer and go back. Shrug. At this point, I can't figure out whether being charged or not being charged is better overall.

When he gets home, I'd been watching an old rerun of CSI: Miami, a show we both like. We have a DVR which allows you to rewind, so when he got home he said "I was hoping you hadn't started watching this yet." I was actually about 1/2 hour into but said I'd start it from the beginning. I really wanted him to see ALL of this episode. LMAO...here's why....

In the show, they found some drugs, tested them, turned out to be "Hillbilly Heroin". That term in itself made me crack up. How ironic, I thought to myself. Blah, blah - this guy had an accident and was taking it for pain. All the while denying he has an addiction and vehemently saying "I'm not a drug addict." Turns out it was Oxycodone.

While SO is listening to this, I'm carefully studying him (I'd already seen this part and knew what they were going to say.) I see his eyes raise up. At the commercial, "he says Oxycodone? I think that's strong stuff, don't think I have that." I said, "I don't know what it is." (I am truly naive when it comes to drugs of any kind.) We both head to the kitchen for a snack. I pause at the shelf where his pill bottles are....I said - "Oxycodone? Is that what they said? Look - you have 2 bottles up here. Generic for percoset." He just looked at me. Then I looked at the other bottle - "Hydrocodone, generic for Vicodin."

Hillbilly heroin. How accurate. I think SO caught the parallels to his own life.