A long time ago in a New Jersey far, far away, I was issued a pharmacy license. It was a license to work. Where ever there were prescription drugs to fill, I was there. Eventually I landed the dream job: regional manager. Airplanes, hotels, and expense accounts. But I gave that up to have a life with my family. So I am back at retail, behind the counter. I work in the wrong part of town and I am running out of time. These are my last refills.