School is over. My family has enslaved me. They work me day and night, while my girlfriend cracks the whip. My lower back is about to break in two. Thank god the drink of the week is Gentlemen Jack, and it never runs out. Time to take more of my mom's painkillers. Am I lucky or fucked? I can never tell.
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at some point i referred to my closest friend as a 'sneaky jap bastard' and then gave him a dollar so that i didn't have to apologize.
we all agreed afterwards i would've been much worse on the coke.
and not having a connection because mine moved doens't help.
the feeling in your chest is your heart yelling for more
do not be confused by your common sense, more is always acceptable.
cigarettes cover bourbon. lots and lots and lots of cigarettes.