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Summer nights, 1974
by mickeyz
2010 March 17 06:25:56
Each night, we'd collect money from strangers to buy our pot. A few tokes and I’d feel like I was watching myself doing something I did earlier. It scared me but I chose to ignore all those drug statistics my teachers showed me. What could they know? We’re all in the same crowded boat anyway.
We'd pass a factory with symmetrically aligned windows, find some bricks, and give a toss. Giggling at the sweet sound of shattering glass, we'd dash away, tipping garbage cans as we ran like the wind (hooligan athletes, we were).
tokes
by michele6933
2010 March 18
circa 1974 , L.A.
We grew our own
Around the orange tree
In the back of the unit
I dried mine in the oven
Packaged it
Sold it for textbooks
To C and D students
tokes
by michele6933
2010 March 18
circa 1974 , L.A.
We grew our own
Around the orange tree
In the back of the unit
I dried mine in the oven
Packaged it
Sold it for textbooks
To C and D students
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