WARNING: This post is lengthy, boring and full of cliches. As you well know, yesterday was my birthday, and this note is the aftermath of the day’s happenings. I do know that some of you are not sure how old I am, so I’ll go ahead n spill it. Am 17. Ha ha!! Of course [...]
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Of growing old, finding beauty and smoking weed
Posted: March 24, 2011 in prose, Sideshow: The ColumnTags: aging, beauty, friendships, growing up, opinion, smoking weed
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