The thing is, my fictional "Steve" was a good guy on hydrocodone. Never took more than prescribed, hard worker, loved his family- never missed his kids ball game etc etc. 10 years ago when doctors passed opiates out like candy, we had an opioid problem. Since the crackdown, we've had an opioid epidemic. Now homeless camps are half full of Steve's who had nice houses, nice jobs, the wife and 2.3 kids and they had all that shit and were relatively happy on 2 hydrocodone a day. Now you don't recognize Steve cause he's a flabby skeleton living in a tent.
Sell that shit OTC. Let the Steve's do Steve stuff, and let the people that want to "party" die from it.
I know a Steve, construction foreman making good money. Now divorced and homeless last I knew.