Saturday, September 15, 2012

.023 day 12

nosiness is an art-form.

i spy, with my little eye, two teenagers smoking weed at the end of an alley. the one on the left saw me, too little, too late and put the 'L' down by his leg. silly chile. i care, not, what you're doing. but, if you're gonna least smoke some ish that doesn't smell like it was dipped inside of chemicals. if only whole foods sold organic doja...

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