In 2014 he prescribed Percocet as a means of settling my nerves. I had a bad reaction to the pills and on my next visit I informed him of my reaction. He asked to see the prescription bottle, carefully read the label, opened the bottle, popped ten or twelve pills into his mouth and swallowed them. 20 minutes later he declared – “There’s nothing wrong with these pills. I’ll keep them and give you a prescription for something else.” He later prescribed Heroin, which I had no trouble with. The issue that raised a red flag for me was that he never offered to reimburse me for the pills that he took from me.