One Thousand Words
Bluelighter
No sarcasm directed at you Summer. I was once 19 and my weekends were fuelled by narcotics and youthful good looks. Thank god my shenanigans weren't documented on the internet but then again a mate changed my name in several novels he wrote about our years together.
I don't ever recall any embarrassing drug moments. I once woke up and had breakfast with a young lady's parents ala Trainspotting. It was in Byron Bay though and hippy parents are a little less uptight about their 17 yr old daughters. Her dad grew some nice weed iirc
I don't ever recall any embarrassing drug moments. I once woke up and had breakfast with a young lady's parents ala Trainspotting. It was in Byron Bay though and hippy parents are a little less uptight about their 17 yr old daughters. Her dad grew some nice weed iirc

anyways people that bitch and moan about choices others make aren't important, as they need to validate themselves by criticizing others, rendering their opinion completely worthless. No way for them to jump down your throat when you don't give one flying fuck about what they think. Cool story about the train btw, I can really imagine the guilt when looking into that kids eyes. I had similar experiences, so to avoid this I now make sure you can see from a good distance I am wasted just by the way I am sitting/hanging in my seat, that way people tend to stay away from me and don't get close enough to see that it isn't alcohol I'm high on but something else