I could make this walk with my eyes closed if I had to. I’ve done it in my dreams many times. Park the car, through the parking lot where Tim and Edward will be having a cigarette, by Jasper at the security desk, into the cubicles where Pam will be posted up by the water cooler, to my desk where middle-management Bob will greet me during his morning talk with Steve and direct me to the big boss in her huge office on the East facing wall of the building. Erica will remind me that I’m not meeting my quotas and then send me to my cubicle where my soul rots in fluorescent light.

I park the car and grab my remedy.

There’s Tim and Edward, with cigarettes dangling from their lips. Two pills each. Center mass.

Jasper is fumbling with the security console. One pill in the face.

Pam is frozen by the water cooler. Two pills. Center mass.

Bob is still holding his coffee and Steve is hiding under his desk. Two pills each. Center mass.

Erica tries to run. Two pills in the back.

And one pill for the doctor…