Chapter 2: Weed and Seeds
for Stoney, but it’s early yet. I just got up – I slept 14 hours straight. So
tired...I just crashed in the middle of writing a letter to Jeff.
I’m going to cut back the dope – wish Stoney would too. He can be
difficult, especially when he’s high. He’s careless with his dope, leaving it
all over the apartment. The other day, when I picked up a newspaper, weed and
seeds fell all over the floor, and I had to pick it all up by hand. What if the
cops come? We’d never flush that shit down fast enough.
God, I’m so worried about him--he’s bringing back a lot of acid, hiding
it in his coat lining. I think the heat is onto him – it’s only a matter of
time before the cops nail him. We might both end up in jail, and that would really
freak my grandparents out.
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