the Coricidin Diaries

A man walked down the street. He was roughly six foot three, wearing a sports jacket, jeans, and long, raggedy purple hair. The man jaywalked through heavy traffic without a care, clearly wacked out of his mind. That man was me, but let's start from the beginning

dedicated to Bayer Pharmaceuticals

"Give us this day our daily Coricidin, and lead us not into temptation"
>~Anonymous Circa 2017

Hey OP let's jaywalk together while on heart-stoppin' dosages of cough medicine and hope we get hit
Seriously dude, where does one find a suicidal, demon-infested, DXM/CPM addicted friend?

It all began in a black Chevy Impala. The driver was named Jason. He was five foot six, with medium length hair wearing eyeliner and lipstick.
He bellowed in a deep voice, "Do you want to trip on Coricidin with me?" He handed me sixteen red tablets, assuring me that I could handle one box. This contained 560 mg of DXM, a powerful dissociative drug, in conjunction with an antihistamine. I popped the skittles four at a time, washing them down with a gallon of milk. Little did I know this decision would change my life forever

The additional ingredient found in Coricidin is a drug in and of itself. In high doses it is responsible for blackouts, amnesia, and strange, often erratic behavior.

>>39615035
thought you'd never ask, desu.