Funny story about that Oxycotton stuff. After a small incident involving a tree some tequila and a Harley the Doc scripted me that stuff. It gave me bad ju ju dreams. To the point I was sleeping with 45 in hand on chest. Decided no way I was doing that so took bottle back to Doc and told him I needed something different and told him I did not want those in my home. (Think substance abuse individual in home). Doc told me he could not take them back I needed to dispose of them in a very complex protocol involved process. I shrugged tossed them in his trash can problem solved and walked out.