Not less than 48 hours.
Saturday, June 23rd, 2007But less than 24. Man I'm good. Now I just wait to see if a boy wants to hang out at his house and eat burgers and drink beer. Because my eyes are burning and my tongue feels like it's on fire.
But less than 24. Man I'm good. Now I just wait to see if a boy wants to hang out at his house and eat burgers and drink beer. Because my eyes are burning and my tongue feels like it's on fire.
After last weekend, this task can't be too difficult. Perhaps I should see if my eyes melt first.
Pay for the morning after pill
Okay. In the span of about 60 hours (Friday morning to Sunday afternoon) and about 6 hours of sleep in total within those 60 hours, I swear I was hallucinating when I was on the subway riding the rocket to get back to my car I left on the ass end of town 3 days before praying it wouldn't be towed…
When 4 adolescent boys sat to the left of me, and started to discuss and attempt to hash out a business plan. Now, assuming my skills in “guess your age” are correct, my senses caused me to believe these boys were between 12 and 14 years old.
And they were talking about splitting profits, markets, sales, and product.
And then I finally clued into the fact they their “product” was drugs.
There's just something… creepy, about 13 year old kids talking about cutting what drug with what, and who would be in charge of selling weed vs other drugs.
Boy was I happy my stop was next after I figured out what I was listening to.
