<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Conversations Angels And Demons (Part Four)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">standing in the middle of a parking<br>lot, talking to an old man...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he said: 'i've never seen it <br>this bad... everybody on edge, <br>struggling, scared...<br>nobody knows what's going to<br>happen...<br>and hell, half of everybody you<br>meet, or more, taking them damn<br>pills...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'yea, they come in here all the<br>time, middle of the day, whacked out...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'pills and poverty go together... you<br>cant make it, cant stand the pressure, <br>they prescribe you the pills.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'i think the medical profession got it<br>started, and it's mushroomed... into <br>some kind of evil disease.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'i know a man, worked with him for twenty<br>years... him and his wife used to come over<br>and eat with us, play cards... they were<br>like family.<br>him and her got to having problems, he started<br>beating her... found out he was on the pills.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'what happened to them? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'well, he lost his job. they lost the house, <br>pretty much all they had. she left him. he tried<br>to kill her, but the law stopped him.<br>i tried to talk to him the other day. he told<br>me 'he couldnt live without her'...<br>i told him, 'no, he couldnt live without the <br>pills'...<br>tried to talk him into getting some help...<br>but he wouldnt listen...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'yea, it's tough. you cant help somebody<br>that wont admit they need help... the woman<br>all right? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'she's working, trying to start over... it's<br>hard for her...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i shook his hand, and walked away. pills...<br>another weapon of ignorance!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387426" data-title="Conversations Angels And Demons (Part Four) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="standing in the middle of a parking lot, talking to an old man... he said: 'i've never seen it this bad... everybody on edge, struggling, scared... nobody knows what's going to happen... and hell, half of everybody you meet, or more, taking the..."></div> </div> </div>

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