Gosh. This takes me back to the 24 hours I spent in Lew Sterrett when I realized that I didn’t have any track marks or crack pipe wounds to compare with my cellmates. They were all “and this one was when my boyfriend’s mom busted in on us so I shoved the pipe under my arm, but it was still flamin’ hot so it burned a hole in my skin.” When they turned to me I was all, “geez ladies… ahh, I got nothing. Oh wait - this is when I had had laproscopic surgery to remove my gallbladder!” I’m sooo not cool. But I did go to jail, so, yeah. Good times. LSD might have made it more fun. But probably not.

do any members of the D staff have the cojones to divulge their vote? or is it a fire-able offense to have once used?

i’m a yea, a thousand times yea, well not really 1,000 but one night did seem like a thousand nights all in one

and, kids, don’t try this at home…stick to your cheese sandwiches and glue stix

Clear light or brown? Or does it matter. Windowpane? Those were the days.

P.S. Flashbacks, Rawlins? You bastard! Can I borrow one for the weekend?