Ordered "legal pot" from the back of Rolling Stone magazine once, while I was in college and living at home. Mom freaked out, can't have that stuff arriving in the mail, what will the neighbors think, all that. "Mom," I told her, "if the neighbors are snooping in our mailbox, they've got a much bigger problem on their hands than a druggy college kid living next door."
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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