I made the trip north,
used my Eurail pass
with dope-orders
burning in my pocket
& a stack of some
cold hard cash
to purchase a stash.
In fact, it was a secret
clandestine mission,
a paid commission to
find the highest-quality.
And I did score,
several grams
of Lebanese brick
did the trick.
The whole school
called in sick for a week,
hungover on the highest-quality,
smoked out on pins & cups.
After I got back from that
one trip to Amsterdam,
they called me
"The Smuggler"
& I became a legend
amongst my peers.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
I made the trip north,
used my Eurail pass
with dope-orders
burning in my pocket
& a stack of some
cold hard cash
to purchase a stash.
In fact, it was a secret
clandestine mission,
a paid commission to
find the highest-quality.
And I did score,
several grams
of Lebanese brick
did the trick.
The whole school
called in sick for a week,
hungover on the highest-quality,
smoked out on pins & cups.
After I got back from that
one trip to Amsterdam,
they called me
"The Smuggler"
& I became a legend
amongst my peers.
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