All Choked Up... Again

After reading my post the other day about Old Chokey, my roommate politely took me aside (called me an idiot) and told me that the chronic cougher is, in fact, still alive and unwell. (And then called me an idiot again.)

According to my roommate's ear-witness™ report, Chokey's been hacking things up as recently as this past weekend. I, of course, have been very busy working late to make Quality Television, and have been missing the prime hours of hackery. By the time I get home, his night drugs have likely kicked in, allowing me to fall asleep without listening to his mucousy mayhem.

But I still stand by my theory that someone in this building either perished or is being sent off to a retirement home, as more evidence to support this has surfaced:

This type of prescription pill box is present in every senior citizen's home. Of course, most senior citizens take the same pills day after day, including Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But not this guy, who tore apart his mid-week pill holders in an act of medical disobedience. Perhaps his weekend pills are extra-strength, and can carry him for three days of drug-free living... Or maybe he's trying to save money by cutting back on half his weekly doses--after all, he is on a fixed income. Hopefully he doesn't turn into a psychopath killer when he's off his meds.

Whatever the reason, I'm just glad that Chokey's safe and still barely alive in the Luxurious Hollywood Hills. Of course, today is Wednesday and if Mr. Hyde is off his meds, is anyone really safe?