Blog of Eternal Stench

I USED TO SELL WEED . It’s a fairly profitable profession provided you are not a smoker yourself which means I made no profits. There were many characters I dispensed to but none like Robby. Robby had the singular distinction of being the first person that got me high when I was 13. He was 18 at the time, which made him seem like a veteran in the game. He had recently fallen into a sort of diet-rastafarianism with some dudes from Houston so his hair was a nappy pile of white-guy dreads I thought were awesome. Over the years, our roles reversed and I ended up being the purveyor of all things green and sticky. During this time, Robby would show up needing less and less quantity. In and of itself, this was not a big deal until the amounts he required became so miniscule it was annoying. He went…

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