So my father was driving me home from visiting him. I really needed to buy a pack of cigarettes, so I asked him to stop by Speedway. We parked in front, and I stepped out. There was an large older man in a parked red car next to us, fiddling with two packs of cigarettes. I was about to walk by when he stopped me and asked if I could throw the empty one away for him. I said sure, took the pack and walked up to the garbage can. I realized there was something rattling around inside, so I checked and it was a white pill. I turned around to ask if he meant to give that to me, but he was gone. My back was turned for no longer than three seconds, I didn't even walk more than ten paces. I didn't hear his car start or even see him pulling away, he was just gone. Suddenly it occurred to me that I remember seeing him place the pill inside the pack before he handed it to me. Why though? Why me, of all people?

So now here I sit having a staring contest with a tiny white 5mg Oxycodone/325mg Acetaminophen pill. At first I was like, "Maybe I can trade it for a joint or pack of cigarettes." but then I figured it's not worth enough to trade one of those things. I don't want to take it because I swore off pills a while ago. So if I'm not trading it, or taking it, why do I have it? Why did I have a nightmare that I accidentally crushed it and started licking it off my desk? Why am I too scared to tell anyone about it because I think they'll try to take it from me?

I don't know what to do anymore...