Today in school, while I’m minding my own business and flipping through my notebook, I found an old coke baggy with a bunch of residue still on it.
So I licked it off and threw it away.

No coke for like 3 weeks.
Instead, marijuana for like 3 weeks.
I feel accomplished, I legitimately thought I’d be stuck on coke forever.

I feel like it’s kind of a dick move for my mom to just have one of my old coke baggies laying out on her desk.

We still doing coke at the workplace.
2 guys and a girl just hitting bumps in the girls’ restroom.
Call the police, we don’t give a fuck.

So is pot really where it’s at?
Is it really as righteous as you think?
There is more to life than grass.

Me: -steal Adrian’s phone.-
Adrian: hey now. you’re an all star.
Ray: what the fuck is going on here? you’re fuckin singing now?!

Sister’s boyfriend still has my weed, and I have a blunt wrap and I’m ready to roll.
But this coke is treating me well.

Always have a blunt.

I’m high and bitchin about stoners.

Got my blunts!
And the weed came in a bag that says ‘Stay High’ all over it.