If you get a prescription, you're generally sick, recovering from surgery, or Pauly Shore after establishing residency in California. Making wall art out of the sweetest prescriptions you'll ever see, buuuuudddy!: Prohibition Whiskey
Discovered by a South Jersey salvager during a raucous weekend of digging through old pharmaceutical equipment, PW mainly pushes ready-to-be-framed vintage gov't-issued medicinal alcohol prescriptions, which let users legally obtain booze despite the evil 18th Amendment; there're also various other licenses ranging from opium to morphine, from back when the government also disallowed totally awesome bass-driven jazz-rock. Some choice examples
A 1922 Philadelphia-issued 'scrip for Marjorie Rawlings, redeemed at Campbell's Drug Store, for a pint of whiskey to be taken with egg nog, the doctor apparently presuming that the patient
threw completely bad ass Christmas parties couldn't handle the stuff straight
An 1885 permit for the running of a whiskey still, aka moonshining, depicting the Roman god Mercury propped against a bunch of barrels, bottles, and a funnel, which you'd need to cope too, if you later became responsible for the Capri and the Mountaineer
An order form from 1942 showing that a Medford, MA pharmacist purchased 1000 doses of morphine straight from the Internal Revenue department of the U.S. Treasury, meaning at one point you could actually buy drugs from the IRS -- take 'em all, and the IRS will be singlehandedly responsible for death and taxes
PW's also peddling plenty more stuff, including scrips for port wine and a Texas order that recommends shots of whiskey as needed to combat the flu, plus labels from bottles of whiskey earmarked as "expressly for family use", although considering the condition he's generally in to begin with, you probably don't want to share it with your Son In Law, or all either of you will be able to do is Crawl.