I found a little scattered pile of pain pills outside someone’s house where something had not gone quite right. in the warm light from their living room I scrounged them all up, exulting in my pleasure to come. but then this girl came along, genuinely distraught and looking desperately for something. I asked, and she said, I left some pain pills right around here, and now they’re just gone! here’s a yellow one, I said, offering her one I had not yet picked up (I wasn’t sure what the yellow ones even were; I had definitely picked up all the white ones.) she was so grateful that I was helping her look. I felt bad and thought maybe she really needs them. I said you know what, because I like you, I was going to keep these, but here. and handed them all over. and that felt good.