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OLOLOL REMEMBER WHEN THIS WAS ALL I DID

Tonight has been interesting. I went to dinner with Eric's parents whom I had never met before. It consumed of a giant plate full of an assortment of Thai dishes which were all too hot and in too much of a quantity for me to consume. So I tried to talk about Neil Young with them and it was sweet. Eric's dad sent him a text message later on saying that he approved of me.

Then we went to Eric's house out in Commerce Township because he's a fucknut and forgot his ID. So I met his dog and he let me steal a Scooby Doo visor and this kid's book "DRACULA."

So then we went over to this random hidden-forest rich person house and a bunch of scary dogs and a haggered old man came up to greet us. And we went into the basement and this kid pulls out a scale and starts measuring out a gram of chronic. And then we went and sat around this table all of us and smoked a bowl, and two bowls were going around at once, and then Eric hands me the bag of chronic and tells me to keep it and I think "Wow holy fuck I have pot again."

And then began this ridiculous string of narratives on my part of my entire sex life within the past three months. If you were involved, I spilled your story. And I said a bunch of crazy stuff and if I remembered any of it it would make an either hilarious or repulsive short film for the sober viewer.

I just ate a Nestle Drumsick, a bowl of reese peanut butter cup and "dulche de leche" ice cream and a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crush.


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