So i ****ing hate sundays, usually i just wake up and do my laundry and clean my room since there isnt much to do in the morning.
Later I called Josh up to see how much money he has for weed, he said 5 but i wanted him to have 10 so that ****ed me over
Billy knew what kind we were getting and he didnt want it because last time it tasted like shit
When we were down there, there were a lot of people riding their bikes by, but we didnt give a shit
i saw this one middle aged guy enter the riverbed bike path, he was looking around and only looked at us once, he turned around and looked like he lit cig
but he just sat down and smoked whatever it was. we heard him coughing..
so either he just started smoking cigs... or that wasnt a cig