So...
I found my way into a youth hostel today. Lugging up the luggage. Whatever. It's nice here. I failed at rolling a joint.
I've smoked two though. Joints. Marijuana. They were my first times. The first time I came out so stoned, out of my mind. The second time, I created bad poetry. Again. It's a common occurrence.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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