The fascinating life of Jason Mewes.
So was it Friday night? Yeah, Friday night Nikki flew up. Fuckin' people who can afford planes. I'm shit broke right now, and it blows like Kevin on a good day. But Friday didn't suck. I'm still refusing to look at it as selling my body for some good chow. She wanted romance, so I delivered. I think she was pretty pleased.
I snuck out with some old friends, got high on some fucking blunts, flavored shit, raspberry. Some good shit. Blunts were filled with KB, made me giggle like a motherfuck. Now I gotta hope there are no piss tests for 30 days, or I'm seriously fucked. I really don't want to end up in jail getting my salad tossed day-in and day-out.
I had more to write about but I forgot. And I'm feeling real chill, so I'm gonna go doze for a few.
Until next time,
Jay.
I snuck out with some old friends, got high on some fucking blunts, flavored shit, raspberry. Some good shit. Blunts were filled with KB, made me giggle like a motherfuck. Now I gotta hope there are no piss tests for 30 days, or I'm seriously fucked. I really don't want to end up in jail getting my salad tossed day-in and day-out.
I had more to write about but I forgot. And I'm feeling real chill, so I'm gonna go doze for a few.
Until next time,
Jay.