various texts from today.
“Lemme know when you’re free dude, this shit has hair as red as yours!”
“Whacha doing?”
“Dranks?”
“Yo girl you free today/tonight??”
The more homework I have the more frequent weed and booze and/or adventure-promising texts and calls I receive. There is a direct correlation.
I just want to drop out of school, try coke for the first time, and then never stop. Being a coke addict looks like it would be so much fun if you just gave up on goals and dreams from the getgo.
But I won’t. Not because I have morals, just standards; I promised myself I wouldn’t try coke until I made my first milli or if the opportunity to snort it off of Kid Cudi’s erect black cock arose. Standards.
