Urges are normal. Days like these, I find the urge to start smoking again. Cigarettes will suffice, but pot would be aces. And I’m not talking about just any pot — I’m talking pot from the Philippines, preferrably from Sagada. Because I like pot! And dreams are free.

PS. To all the goody two-shoes out there, go away.

Currently listening to:
Explosions in the Sky
The Earth is not a Cold Dead Place

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