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Two weeks ago my friend Smalls comes over. We hung out for awhile, and thus as usual, decided to hotbox. Predictably, Smalls yells out "I gotta take a shit first!". Okay, that's fine, he's had diarrhea most of his life anyway. He immediately waddles into my laundry room bathroom while I prepare the equipment.           Roughly 5 minutes or so pass by and this turd monger remains in the bathroom, and just as I'm about to unleash a tsunami of rage, I look at the clock and notice it's 4:18. For the record, I never withhold the 4:20 tradition simply because I don't want to wait that goddamn long, but something about this just made one particula

[I was originally going to do this journal on dealer friends, but decided just to write a  short detailed summary of last Friday night]       Pretty stoned. My house is a good 4 miles or so. It's fucking pitch black, because the street lights have been broken for the past couple months for some reason and the city doesn't seem to mind. I'm limping like a mother fucker, I look like a homeless man. I could have been accompanied on my venture, but prior to it starting I hear these word from my barely responsive friend, Gilbert, who was even more fucked up that I was:    "My legs are tired from all that baby kicking I did. I'm going to the LA