Didn't mention this before, but I nearly OD'd on an NSAID in 1981. Anybody wanna hear how it happened?
The story started like so many others, with a dame. This doll
was built ... silky soft hair, cherry-red lips and bazoombas as
far as the eye could see. I sat shirtless as she silently hovered
over me. She exhaled softly in my ear, and I began to shake.
When she started rubbing my back, well that's when I knew I
was a goner.