My old friend Cy, who sometimes posts up in my Attic, had the Nerve to start in on me once again. At times he can be a real pain. Instead of dealing with him au natural, I decided to try a different R(x)ecipe. I had heard time and time again that the drug stores in PE can be much more liberal with their products and services, if you know what I mean. And there are as many pharmacies in this town as there are places to get your haircut. And let me tell you, there are more freaking places to get a haircut in this town than there are fish in the sea. So, sans shoes or shirt, I walked into this random ‘hole in the wall’ pharmacy to see what I could get my hands on. In Spanish, I asked the young man if I needed a doc to write me up an Rx for one pain pill. Just one I said. He closed out his Facebook account, turned the Eminem volume down a bit, and asked me what hurt. I told him my back was killing me. He said that all he had in stock was 50mg tablets of Tramadol. No Way, you’ve got Tramadol?!?! I told him that Tramadol was my preferred Rx, especially with a couple of beers, and double especially after a good win on Sunday. He didn’t get that part, but half-laughed anyway. Again, I told him that I would be happy to come back with a written script from Dr. Pepper knowing DP would write up an Rx for any reason. The pharmacist told me not to sweat the note, and handed me ten tablets for 70 pesos.($6) I reached into my bathing suit and could only come up with 41 pesos. A bit tight in the cash department I thought to myself. Hunching my credit would be gold, I still continued with my audition and I told the man that I would return later. He told me I could pay the balance manana. And Bingo was my Gringo.