My high deed of the day was to drive down to the ghetto and smoke a random black guy wearing only overalls out. I brought him into my car and we smoked for a while, and he ended up telling me about how hard life can be when you’re born into a difficult place. He played me a song on a guitar he taught himself how to play and cried when I left. This bowl is to you, Bubba.
Be the 1st to vote.