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Today, the plans go like this: Pick up final check at Ralphs; bitch out Leon for disappearing; call the bank to see if Sean's there and if I can come in and save my financial ass; call Brooke and James to apologize for the Christmas Incident; write letters to Keefner, little Keefner, Liz and Makda; get Pancho some betta stuff; call Pedersen; call Scott Greeneye; not smoke any pot. Yeah––it's party time. |
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Maaan... I need drugs. Just some bud would do. Even one bud. Just a fine, fat, sticky green bud, sparkling in the sun, that redheaded beauty... ahhh. I can smell it: that heady, pungent aroma, sweet like grapefruit, fresh like mown grass, stinky like skunkspray. Arabic phrase of the day: mish ba'araf arkab gamal = I don't know how to ride a camel. Music: "Little House on the Prairie" theme |
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