coke dealer


i had that faker hippy college figgered out--cuz i was getting money for doing nada mucho plus i was high all the time on super pure, uncut blow. that shit was sticky and white. the crystals were bright satanic static. that was some bling begetting bling. only i didn't care about diamonds back then. i cut that shit with johnson and johnson and spent my chedda on simple pleasures: like buying chinchilla jackets and fur-lined boots to match for an 18 yr old freshman virgin from california who wouldn't let me touch her...just take polaroids of her naked on her bed with her teddy bears, late at nite, when no one would know.

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