So I’ve been 21 for a couple days now and I still hate alcohol. The only difference is now I can hate it in bars while my friends buy me drinks.
Maybe it’s the numerous alcoholics that have surrounded me in place of a real family my entire life, maybe it’s the acidic taste or the gross transformation my body experiences during and after alcohol consumption, but I’m dedicating this post to sweet Mary Jane.
I will wait for you.
Update: I found like half a gram of weed I forgot I had in my grinder about an hour ago. This day has been grand.
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