PetalToTheMetal
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My mom knew a guy in college who lost his marbles. He was a super bright, straight laced kid at first, but then he started to dabble. His drug use got out of hand extremely quick. There was a back alley you needed to pass through to get through a certain building, and he was fucking a couchcoushion or something like that while calling her Ruby Tuesday. He always believed that the purple dragon left food for him in the garbage cans, which he would collect, pour into a giant pot, boil and consume.
There is also some acid casualty that wanders around town. Insanely dirty dreadlocks, always doing this weird figit thing with his hands, and looks like he stole his clothes from a clothesline. He seems to think I'm the president of Croatia. I'm flattered. He's my towns official unofficial mascot.
There is also some acid casualty that wanders around town. Insanely dirty dreadlocks, always doing this weird figit thing with his hands, and looks like he stole his clothes from a clothesline. He seems to think I'm the president of Croatia. I'm flattered. He's my towns official unofficial mascot.