later.”
One real estate agent, who asked not to be named, said she didn’t remember anyone who looked suspicious or who appeared to leave with any prescription bottles.
When asked if they had any suspects, Detective Moura said, “While we do have some video surveillance footage from a couple of homes, unfortunately there’s not much to go on.”
Prescription drug thefts are nothing new in the criminal landscape and have been on the rise in recent years. Various crimes—from home invasions and muggings to homicides and assaults—have been committed in the name of prescription drugs. Frequently the victims are those least able to defend themselves.
Addicts often prey on the sick or the elderly in order to get their fix. Some, rather than using the drugs themselves, will resell them. Opioids such as Vicodin, OxyContin, and Percocet tend to be the drug of choice for getting high and can command a premium price on the street.
But the recent rash of drug thefts in Upper Manhattan has a decidedly different prescription.
Antianxiety drugs like Valium, Xanax, and Ativan have been reported missing or stolen, along with the pharmaceutical sleep aids Lunesta, Sonata, and Ambien. In addition, statins like Lipitor and Zocor, which are used to lower high cholesterol, have gone missing.
“It’s a bit of a change from the usual prescription drug thefts we see,” Detective Moura said. “High-quality pain relievers tend to be the drug of choice, but I guess if you’ve got a craving, a drug’s a drug. So long as it gets you high or puts you in an altered state of mind, that’s all that matters.”
When asked if this was the work of a single person or several different thieves, Detective Moura said he thought they were looking at a single group of maybe three or four individuals who are selling the drugs on the street.
“The volume of pharmaceuticals that’s been stolen is more than the average addict would consume,” he said. “So it’s unlikely to be the work of a single individual.”
I ’m home on the couch, surfing the Internet for clinical trials and watching television, flipping from Adult Swim to The Daily Show while I try to figure out how to tell Sophie that I’ve developed the ability to make people fall asleep. It’s not the kind of thing you ever expect to have to explain to your girlfriend.
Coming home late after drinking with your buddies? Sure.
Getting caught watching Internet porn? You bet.
Receiving drunk texts from an ex-girlfriend? Absolutely.
Men have been justifying and explaining themselves to women for centuries, and we’ve learned to talk our way out of a myriad of awkward situations, but there aren’t any guidelines on how to spin the fact that you cause others to experience spontaneous narcolepsy.
The clock on the wall says it’s almost time for Sophie to get home from work, and I still haven’t decided how to tell her. I suppose the truth would be the easiest way, but I keep thinking about how she’ll react. My guess is she won’t be happy about it, and that’s the problem. Because I am happy about it. I like what’s happening to me. It’s fun and exciting and it’s all I can manage to think about.
Vegan sits on the floor in the corner behind some golden pothos and English ivy, staring at me. Ever since The Incident in the Bathroom, Vegan has kept his distance, refusing to let me near him and only eating his meals once I’ve left the kitchen. Whenever I open my mouth to yawn, he disappears and hides under the bed.
I just hope he doesn’t rat me out to Sophie.
“Vegan,” I say in a soothing voice, trying to coax him over, but he’s not buying it. The fact that I have to stifle a yawn doesn’t help. The next moment he’s gone in a cloud of cat hair and dust bunnies.
On The Daily Show, there’s a commercial for a new drug called Bifixaprin.
Are you talking too fast? Flying off the handle? Spending out of control? You just might have bipolar disorder. We can
One real estate agent, who asked not to be named, said she didn’t remember anyone who looked suspicious or who appeared to leave with any prescription bottles.
When asked if they had any suspects, Detective Moura said, “While we do have some video surveillance footage from a couple of homes, unfortunately there’s not much to go on.”
Prescription drug thefts are nothing new in the criminal landscape and have been on the rise in recent years. Various crimes—from home invasions and muggings to homicides and assaults—have been committed in the name of prescription drugs. Frequently the victims are those least able to defend themselves.
Addicts often prey on the sick or the elderly in order to get their fix. Some, rather than using the drugs themselves, will resell them. Opioids such as Vicodin, OxyContin, and Percocet tend to be the drug of choice for getting high and can command a premium price on the street.
But the recent rash of drug thefts in Upper Manhattan has a decidedly different prescription.
Antianxiety drugs like Valium, Xanax, and Ativan have been reported missing or stolen, along with the pharmaceutical sleep aids Lunesta, Sonata, and Ambien. In addition, statins like Lipitor and Zocor, which are used to lower high cholesterol, have gone missing.
“It’s a bit of a change from the usual prescription drug thefts we see,” Detective Moura said. “High-quality pain relievers tend to be the drug of choice, but I guess if you’ve got a craving, a drug’s a drug. So long as it gets you high or puts you in an altered state of mind, that’s all that matters.”
When asked if this was the work of a single person or several different thieves, Detective Moura said he thought they were looking at a single group of maybe three or four individuals who are selling the drugs on the street.
“The volume of pharmaceuticals that’s been stolen is more than the average addict would consume,” he said. “So it’s unlikely to be the work of a single individual.”
I ’m home on the couch, surfing the Internet for clinical trials and watching television, flipping from Adult Swim to The Daily Show while I try to figure out how to tell Sophie that I’ve developed the ability to make people fall asleep. It’s not the kind of thing you ever expect to have to explain to your girlfriend.
Coming home late after drinking with your buddies? Sure.
Getting caught watching Internet porn? You bet.
Receiving drunk texts from an ex-girlfriend? Absolutely.
Men have been justifying and explaining themselves to women for centuries, and we’ve learned to talk our way out of a myriad of awkward situations, but there aren’t any guidelines on how to spin the fact that you cause others to experience spontaneous narcolepsy.
The clock on the wall says it’s almost time for Sophie to get home from work, and I still haven’t decided how to tell her. I suppose the truth would be the easiest way, but I keep thinking about how she’ll react. My guess is she won’t be happy about it, and that’s the problem. Because I am happy about it. I like what’s happening to me. It’s fun and exciting and it’s all I can manage to think about.
Vegan sits on the floor in the corner behind some golden pothos and English ivy, staring at me. Ever since The Incident in the Bathroom, Vegan has kept his distance, refusing to let me near him and only eating his meals once I’ve left the kitchen. Whenever I open my mouth to yawn, he disappears and hides under the bed.
I just hope he doesn’t rat me out to Sophie.
“Vegan,” I say in a soothing voice, trying to coax him over, but he’s not buying it. The fact that I have to stifle a yawn doesn’t help. The next moment he’s gone in a cloud of cat hair and dust bunnies.
On The Daily Show, there’s a commercial for a new drug called Bifixaprin.
Are you talking too fast? Flying off the handle? Spending out of control? You just might have bipolar disorder. We can
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