I Need a J

Sometimes me smoking has nothing to do with getting high at all. Day to day, life just seems to blow the shit out of me without taking breaks. Why can’t this police officer behind me just understand that he’s the reason I get high in the first place. Today my girlfriend and I are beefing…it really doesn’t matter what were arguing about, just know we’re beefing. I go from job to job applying for $8/hr when I could probably just be doing “something else” if you know what I mean. My only way to escape from the shit is to get high. My father says only losers get high. He says we cant cope. I think I just retract back to what I enjoy. Mary aint never hit me, spit on me, cheat on me, hate me, curse me…NOTHING… I couldnt even post anything today.

And you know what the worst part is…some dickhead scientologist had the nerve to say something about my “elementary at best” blog on scientology. SUCK MY DICK

-peace corner boys and girls