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June 25, 2005
7th inning stretch
+6, one of my many “acquaintences” brokers something but not smoothly so guy comes out with sneering menacing what you want? over and over insisting. my boy vouches “he’s good”, I’m reaching in through door for last one while cop across street is hassling some hustler.
I smoke ‘em down—the whole dime sans resin—in one go now. still don’t do much. though I’m back to the tighter packed smaller colored bags of the block, which gave me some hope, has exclusive as I’ve been between max and rich and as unsatisfied (unhigh) as I’ve gotten.
so, i stretched it out, big surprise, big deal, it’s still the last one. and I realy don’t think it’l go on into tomorrow because besides the imperative growing andlooming of work, I had to practically talk myself into this second phase.
Posted by peligrito at June 25, 2005 5:31 PM
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