FRESHFLY
NEWEST FLY
THE TOAST
we clicked glasses like we just got away with something like we had something to celebrate but there was just the shitty beer that I swigged to numb…
FRESHNEWEST FLY
we clicked glasses like we just got away with something like we had something to celebrate but there was just the shitty beer that I swigged to numb…
FRESHRECENT FLY
Rodney thinks he is more interesting than others think he is. Rodney thinks that’s because they lack in intelligence. Rodney says unkind things but they aren’t listening, although…
FRESHRECENT FLY
fall by the wayside it’s where the real action is & bring bail money
FRESHRECENT FLY
it doesn’t matter though everybody’s lost their appetite family won’t help my sneakers stink I need a shave blurry eyes and old cigarette butts my life feels stupid…
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"yeah, i don't know why they don't
legalize this stuff," karsten said.
i watched the thick plume of smoke
snake up out of his joint
and collect at the top of the ceiling
"yeah," i said
"it's like, can you imagine
if they made alcohol illegal
again
like they should, cuz the stuff is
way more lethal
than weed"
"it is," i said.
"i even hate being around people
who drink alcohol"
"they're scary," i said
"they are," karsten added
"plus they destroy other people's
lives with their shit," i said
"yeah," he said
"pass me that joint," i said
"here you go"
i inhaled
leaned back
looked out the window
at a tiny wisp of smoke
coming out of the chimney
of the building across the street
"i forgot what we were
talking about," karsten said
"it's okay," i said
"i did, too"
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