I was 17 or so at the time, and it was memorial day weekend. My family got together, had a bbq, the usual kinds of things. I was 16ish or so, and I was given Percocets because I had a nasty ingrown toenail, which had been removed. I had them in the bathroom, in the medicine cabinet. There was a bbq at my parent's place and they were gone that night when I went to brush my teeth. I narrowed down the list to my one degenerate scumbag cousin and my "cocktail waitress" cousin.

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