Wow! if I were not such a piss-headed grump i might actually write this on cardboard and bake it into burnt humble-pie! really. Two days in a row, and i am not going for three, I have been negatively reactive to the point of personal rudeness to friends and the company of my peers. and the piddling somewhat excusable reason for this attitude of anger and frustration with the world as it happens around me. DRUGS. Yup! Yes. Yeah, good old narcotic pain medication. A slip in my regimen is the opposite of an addicts slip in one sense. I need a narcotic to take the edges of chronic pain and its exacerbated flare-ups. There actually is not much other difference though I do emphasize that there is no intoxicating 'high' or euphoric buzz and thankfully no trips to the land of Nod though that is a hazard without, again, the trippiness of opium. So, if anything i have said, written, or done other than my response to two distinct individuals that I know of has occurred then please accept my humble-pie apologies and know that I have taken recourse to ensure that my medication is appropriately managed..., thanks, Tim Ward Baltimore Poet-Writer