Prick
Wake up, the little Stoner has "mine" stickit notes stuck on stuff in the fridge. When I tell him how fucked up this is, he starts-he was spoiling for a fight. Unreal. Still think weed doesn't do any harm?
Mid August, still nothing, but smokes daily, nice.
So, hell yes, getting my miles. U kidding? Rain or shine, the one thing I can actually manage.
It? useless. Good parenting. needs to teach more religion. Yay Jesus!
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