Thursday, February 19, 2004

2391 Marijuana

K, Eagle...well let's go to Alaska then, I called my parents, they were unreachable, Peyote was in shock and said he'd call me back later, I don't think you're like a 12 year old, more like 16, because I'm feeling exactly the same way. I love you, mom mailed me the photos from dinner last week, I just got them today...Oh and don't think I don't know you've been eating junk-food...I can hear it in your voice.

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