That rotten
scumdrel ganked my glow in the dark crack rocks straight outta my
crack stem in between the spark of my lighter and my prolonged exhalation to enable maximum lung capacity for my imbibing hit which fingers-crossed would produce a hella heady ear-ringer. Whatever happened to the glory days when a fellow addict would simply enter my vision and without hesitation, beat the
everloving shit out of me and with pride take all my possessions including my shoes?