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Okay so last year I was staying in this lodge that had a lot of crack heads. I've never really been one to abuse drugs so mostly I ignored them and went about my own business. On one faithful day , I had had a horrid time at school and I felt like someone was driving knives into my skull. I got home really late that day and every pharmacy was closed so I couldn't get painkillers. I asked my regular neighbours but no one had any so I had to ask the crack heads. Big mistake
I asked this guy named Marvel and he said he didn't have any regular painkillers, just tramadol. I almost got angry thinking he was trying to trick me but he said that paracetamol, panadol and tramadol were all basically the same thing. They did the same job. I refused and left but the headache was only getting worse so I went back to him. He gave me a pill and I took it and a few minutes later I felt great. I thought everything was going to be alright. Then a wave of nausea hit me followed by the feeling that my insides were trying to get out. I tried throwing up but nothing came out and I could barely move. It was the next day that the douche came to my room to check on me and told me I should have taken half the pill. Like I was supposed to know somehow. I've never felt so sick in my life before and it lasted for a whole day. I swore there and then that I would never take that evil pill ever again.
