Gotta stop writing myself off on dope every night. If someone did it on alcohol, I'd be view as a serious problem. But, Nicholas came around and harvested the dope plant he grew me, out the back. Handsome, smiley, Nicolas. He wanted some himself, of course, but, you know, that’s okay. So, I guess, it'll be pretty much the same for the week, or weeks, to come.
Oh, my head!
Gotta give up smoking.
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