Time for my medicine. on Flickr.
It looks like a pharmacy in Cuba or something. But no. This is where I’d get my ‘scripts filled right next to the Bed Stuy Clinic. They often didn’t have enough pills to fill my prescription, so the pharmacist would just scribble an “IOU” in pen on the bottle label, and tell me to come back in two days. He was always quite nice.
PHOTO FLASHBACK: June 6th 2006
[As seen in the book Dad Sold Crack Here]
(Source: rachaelnoelfox.com)