I was at my chickens place yesterday and smoked a couple bowls and left. I was walking home and saw a gram baggie on the ground, a quarter or so of they way filled and I crammed all of it on the spot, got home and started drinking so my breath would quit stinking and did laundry and other things. That night around 10 my other chicken kelly asked to come over and she would bring a sixer of the voodoo belgium brew thats so alluring. I couldn't sleep was talking mad shit and acting like a wild lil honmo so she gave me half of a xanax to go to sleep and i just woke up with several calls and text from my boss (a total libtard)(she's got the sub-pop and beto orouk stickers on her car so I'm sure she knows a thing or two about fucking up, her text her like "u ok lil bromo?!" because I look like im about to crack at work at times and talk shit to the other employees in a fun loving manner.
Weird thing I had de ja vu about this and I've reconciled with that feeling that maybe it means everything will be okay. People wonder why im wrinkled obscruitie but these are days of our lives.
the good thing about me is i can do no wrong, because im righteous and people tolerate me because they like me.
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