Tuesday, November 22, 2005
A long Line
The lines in my college were long and my trips to Miami were frequent. I use to pick up ounces and sell them for personal use and drinking money. I didn't care how many people I fucked over as long as I could get drunk and high. I felt comfortable in my skin. My confidence was as strong as any Oxford grad, the problem was I had to have a drink.
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2 comments:
Yep, you are in the right place.
Keep coming back.
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