OMFG
OMFG
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my neighbor in SF was this crazy biker who broke his back in an ill accident. he would just sit in his house all day and smoke hash oil that his "doctor" made for him. he invited me over once, and his whole apartment was floor-to-ceiling random garbage with foot-wide paths through all the rooms. we sat in the bathroom on the toilet and a stool to smoke, as it was the only room that had seating for 2. i walked home later and couldn't figure out why my feet kept hitting the ground before they looked like they should have.