Part two as promised. Weed has caused me a lot of grief. Like that time I absentmindedly left the door open at my friend’s apartment, allowing her dog to run outside into the middle of a busy street at night. She said it wasn’t my fault. She said it was bound to happen eventually. But we both knew. I fucked up, bad. Even at such a low point I understood just as I understand now, that if I was gonna continue to do drugs, which I most certainly did, I needed to learn how to keep my shit together. So yeah, the lesson is to keep your shit together. Life has consequences. Happy 4/20. –Buzz Lightyear
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