I was driving this big red Chrysler convertible down to T's with my five-year-old to pick up a 100-sheet of blotter acid. I go into the bar and get what I need to get and I come out and my daughter is leaning out of the car yelling "MOM! DID YOU GET THE DOPE?" and it was okay: I knew nobody thought it was me because my daughter's dad was black.
Monday, June 10, 2013
My Neighbours
Mary lives a few doors down:
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Eeeek. Doors as in down the hall, or down the road?
On a lighter note, we have a Mr. T's Bowl down south here. Divorce is such a sad thing.
"MOM, DID YOU GET A SHEET OF ACID FOR ME, TOO?"
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"Getting the dope" could mean chasing down an idiot.
When you and your friends are high all the time that's everybody.
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