My life has gotten paradoxically shittier since I stopped shooting dope and popping bars which is really really really upsetting me. I decided to do a couple dabs of top shelf gold shatter and sniff a little line of adderall for some euphoria. Anyways I'm looking at his connects big beautiful bags of #4 just wishing I could jump into the tv(with my gun of course) cap those 2 unsuspecting chumps and go live like a fucking god in the 70s Quentin Tarentino universe. Oh and I'd take Vegas huge knot of cash and tell the dealers crying GF not to stress about the retarded facial piercings she's basically a pioneer hahaha

Bonus!

"Look you brought her here and that means you give her the shot"

"Nah man no I ain't giving her the shot"

"No I ain't giving her the shot"

"I ain't never done this before!"

"I ain't never done this before either and I ain't starting now. Look you brought her here you give her the shot. The day I bring an OD'ing bitch to your house I'll give her the shot. Give her the shot!"

Love this fucking movie. Only enjoyable part of 46 days sober is not being dope sick