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A couple nights ago I shroomed for the third time. Good high, but I still haven't really hallucinated yet, just tripped. Next time I'll have to take a quarter. Last night I drove a heroin addict home from Wawa at 4 in the morning. I didn't know her, she just kind of ran up to me begging for a ride home, and it wasn't until the 4th time she asked me for pills on the way that I realized how much of a psycho she was. I felt guilty about the fact that the only reason I gave her a ride was in the hopes of getting some, if even from a drunked up sleazy blonde. I need to find me a nyce gurl.

My plans for tonight: finish off my bottle of JC Black and look at things online.