22 March 2010
Usually when things are ultimately low, I call a friend, we smoke some bud, sing to Bohemian Rhapsody while driving to Wal Mart, steal some food and tampons, speed back to my house from paranoia, and pass out after cracking up to the Do The Right Thing intro. Now I realize that I really am still a kid. I wish I were a drug dealer
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