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how I got an $80 hoodie for free

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how I got an $80 hoodie for free
09.07.02 2:00 p.m.

to finish this story I started from the night before: My bro had to dip out the back of the rave that got shut down and on his way there was a black TRIBAL hoodie laying on the floor so he snatched it. This was about the time Lon and I were living back in Ohio after staying up here for a couple weeks while I was in rehab. Around that same time we met up with Eddie, our weedman down in KY. I swear I see him in the background of that Nappy Roots video, seriously! So we were running qp's up to columbus from KY on the weekends. We got a real nice price for them too (about $225 for schwag and $500 for nugs, REAL GOOD PRICES) Well when I began having to carry insane amounts of weed on me I needed bigger pockets than what my carpenter pants afforded me so one night I grabbed my brother's hoodie. I was surprised it fit and that it was comfortable. He and I ended up sharing ownership of it for a while until I had peeled off the Tribal logo (only logos I wear say "NIRVANA" and "CONVERSE" etc) and then it was too beat-up looking for him to wear. It's an awesome sweatshirt, I almost wear it as much as my fave blue "Kurt" sweater. I'd probably wear it more often if it weren't black, it bring summer and all. It still sort of smells like "dope sick" though (rotting fruit and rotting flesh) cuz I've detoxed in it so many times. Even with repeated washings, I can still smell it. Whenever I get the fuck out of this house, get an apartment of my own, I'll be able to wear pachouli oil again. If I can still smell the dopesickness after that then I'll know it's psychosomatic.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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