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I'm obsessed with these.  I dream of a day when I am rich and I buy them even though I have no idea what I'd do with them.  Maybe I'd be so rich I'd actually take them at a fancy party.  Maybe people like Quentin Tarantino and Chloë Sevigny would be at this party.  There might be people there who were doing other fancy drugs, but I'D be the girl with the gold pills.  "That's so glam,"  they'd say.  Maybe I'd be rich enough to buy them for everyone at said party.  OR even rich-er and not think that taking them would be a big deal at all.  I'd just pop them like a couple of Tic Tacs.

I imagine that soon after all of this, maybe a day or so, I would end up looking at myself in the mirror and wonder how I sleep at night.  Haiti is may still be in ruins and even if it's not I'm sure there's people living in some fashion of dire straights.  I'd begin to think of how $400 odd dollars could change the life of someone in need.  I imagine then bending over the bathroom sink, like they do in the movies, and washing my face with my hands really slowly.  I look in the mirror again. Water is dripping off my face and mascara is running down my cheeks but the look in my eye is different.  I've changed. 

After that there would probably be a mad tear of selling all my stuff and giving my money to some big important charity.  Kind of like the end of "Schindler's List."