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09-09-10|
3:31 am
I am cutting lines of cocaine with my very first driver's license, the laminated kind, a kept souvenir, a dark haired girl with a cocky smirk on her face matching the one I wear now. The capo, the ringleader. These versions of myself grow grander and grander. Exotic becomes the norm. I wanted this life so badly when I was seventeen |