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                                                                                                       San Antonio, TX

     2:17am  I've been typing like a motherfucker. I'm supposed to take my little brother to the airport at four in the morning, in a couple hours, but I'm tired. I'm going to crash out anyway. I'll sleep on the couch and leave the door unlocked. He'll wake me up when he walks in. It's cold in this house. We've had to keep the air conditioner blasting at sixty five degrees. We're trying to dry out the attic. I'm just going to sit down here on the couch and go to sleep.

     3:48am  Let me tell you what's happened. My little brother brought over some really good weed. My little brother is going to go meet my mom in Puerto Rico today. Laura asked me if I could take him at four in the morning. I told her yeah sure. I was able to score another nap. I love taking naps now. I only got like an hour of sleep. I'm alright right now. And I'm all stoned, even better. He hooked me up with a fat nugget of some high quality stuff. Not the cheap shwag I smoke.

     4:33am  I dropped my brother off at the airport at four eighteen, I remember. It was almost four twenty. Now I'm driving Laura's car back home. I heard this song on the radio and I never listened to the lyrics for it. It's the You Can't Always Get What You Want song by the Rolling Stones. But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need. You get what you give. I'm all late hearing it, hehe. That was a Pink Floyd. I mean the Rolling Stones, my bad.

     4:52am  Julie is hooking me up with the messed up apple fritter. I appreciate it, Julie. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

     4:54am  I'm so stupid. I asked my little brother if he could spare a couple bucks for tobacco and he volunteered me a five. I was already almost to my mom's house and I remembered I meant to get cigarettes. I thought I would go to the Citgo, but it wasn't open. Shit, I should've gone to the gas stations on 1604 right before I got here. They're twenty four hours. I passed right by them. Anyway, I drove Bandera all the way to Huebner and went to the Valero there. I was kind of hungry and started eyeing the donuts. I noticed that there was one apple fritter left, but it was in like three of four pieces. So I asked the cashier, "Hey, do you see that defective apple fritter right there. Can you give me a deal on that?" She quickly put it in a little baggie and gave it to me. Hell yeah! I logged her generosity and gave her my website. Anyway, I went to the right place for food and cigarettes.

     5:24am  I am so stoked. I am so stoned. My brother rocks, man. Before when I talked to him on the phone he asked me, "You're going to take me to the airport at four?" I told him yes then he asks me, "Do you still smoke?" I laughed real hard and told him, "Man, did you forget who you're talking to?" So badass, he was going to bring me some weed. I thought he didn't smoke anymore. I thought he was going to give me some he'd found packing or something. He came over and asked me, "Do you have a piece?" I immediately told him, "Of course I have piece." We went in the backyard and smoked a bowl of some badass stuff. My little brother is a weed snob. He scores some good nuggets. No shwag for him. He hooked me up. I just smoked right now. I'm going to get back to typing. I am having fun typing up this adventure. I'm going to be typing up yesterday everyday. Like I always say I'm going to, but I never do, hehehe. Alright.

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