I want some coke right now. God damn. I was looking for my script of clonazepam (my parents keep it hidden in their room somewhere, and give it to me one pill at a time.) But as I'm looking for it, I find my dad's "Bullet" and a massive vial that has like 30mg of coke still left in it. So yea I hit that shit. I can't believe he bought a new bullet too...I remember finding his old one back when I was in grade 10. It's funny how he's still using coke yet he rips me apart when I touch anything other than weed and booze. But of course I can't call him out on it, cuz then he'd know I went searching through their room (not for his stuff, for my own script, I just happened to stumble upon his.) God damn he gets good coke. But I guess that's expected when ur father is an OG.