Please Blame RFK Jr. For My Future Shortcomings

I can't fill my ADHD prescription and I'm not taking the heat for it.

Not long ago, I promised myself I’d be in bed by 2AM at the latest. I was pretty good about it, aside from creative spurts or endeavors I had to finish (whether my own deadlines or others). But it’s 2:09AM and I’m up, partly out of anxiety and partly out of being up and wanting to get as much out of my ADHD medicine as possible.

So, same same.
Because there aren’t any pharmacies
that can fulfill my prescription.

This is not much of a surprise because
this isn’t the first time this has happened.

This shit always happens in Los Angeles when writers are out of work. It happened during the writers’ strike in 2007, the writers’ strike in 2023, and now with writers striking out on getting fucking work at all. It’s somehow more societally acceptable to have your Hollywood doctor prescribe you legal medication you don’t need than to buy a few eight-balls of cocaine from a sketchy friend-of-a-friend on Signal—when honestly, just buy the fucking cocaine, since you’re trying to pull a Stephen King…