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until that day...
i was on my knees blowing my weed dealer to get my next fix when suddenly i noticed that behind me in the weed ration line was someone i recognised...my dad
my dad abandoned me and my mom when i was 4 years old--mom told me he died in the gulf war....turns out he just became a weed deviant like i was on the path to.........
as i swallowed my dealer's load, his white glob of ♥♥♥ dripping down my uvula into my throat when i realised i didnt need to live like this...i threw my weed-les (weed needles, street name ) on the street and immediately reported my dealer to the police...i was there on his execution day....
moral of the story? you get high....your gonna die