September 30, 2007

I just love, love, love getting stoned….

Yeah, I’m not going to argue. I love to smoke some dope and listen to some good, good shit, Sam Cooke, Led Zeppelin, Elvis, but I’m not a drug addict. I don’t even drink. You’re having your third or fourth vodka concoction, your breath could light up the room, and you’re there complaining to me about the weed? I’m functional and my dick’s functional. I feed us. Charlie-girl, I just love, love, love getting stoned. Do I love it as much as I love you? Maybe. Not more but as much? You want honesty? So maybe. I don’t say “no more Kettle 1 and pick-your-insulin-bedeviling mixer.” I wouldn’t. I regret that I can’t be who you want, whoever that (sober) guy is. I regret that you can’t let me be who I am — a sometimes dope fiend AND your fucking steadfast lover and friend.

Submitted by: Lamano

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