I wish things could be more. But I dare not push it. Or even bring up that I like you. I just enjoy smoking with you and listening to you go off when you are drunk. You make me laugh. And smile.
Tonight was huge.
Not only did I get pulled over because my registration hadnt went through yet but when the cops asked for my registration, mary jane was in the glove box. After testing to see if I was under the influence, they let me off with a fix it ticket for my license plate and let me keep the pot. Then when I got home, I told my mom I smoke pot for the first time after smoking for over a year. And told her about my run in with the police. And she said I was fucking lucky and told me to put it away cause it smelled really bad. All I can say is wow. I’m glad to be home.
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