Call me Weezy

I remember one time my dad was sick with a cough and he wanted some medicine but didn’t have a doctor’s appointment until a couple more days. So I called up some high school friends to see if there was any Codeine at their houses. One of my friends said there was some and that I could go pick it up. The unusual thing is this was after college and my friend didn’t live at home. I knocked on the door to pick up cough syrup from my friend’s mom, who probably thought I was some drugged out, loser trying to score some syrup. Well, let me tell you something. I am not drugged out!

*If you don’t get the Weezy reference in the title, here you go*.