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My mother's boyfriend had been out of jail for a few months he sat me down on the back porch taught me how to roll joints Breath in the air fingers red and splotchy too cold to achieve the task he taught me He rolled one up said **** it just take this" I smoked it all on my own fumbled around the steps next thing I knew I was awake with the sunrise leaves stuck to my face ants as my allies Laying in the corner of some unknown yard no phone, no hangover, no guilt, no bank card, The only thing I remember thinking in those first moments of waking was how much I wanted pizza.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
Thirteen Years Old
My mother's boyfriend had been out of jail for a few months he sat me down on the back porch taught me how to roll joints Breath in the air fingers red and splotchy too cold to achieve the task he taught me He rolled one up said **** it just take this" I smoked it all on my own fumbled around the steps next thing I knew I was awake with the sunrise leaves stuck to my face ants as my allies Laying in the corner of some unknown yard no phone, no hangover, no guilt, no bank card, The only thing I remember thinking in those first moments of waking was how much I wanted pizza.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
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