i don't always drink beer, but when I do, I beat my wife and kids mercilessly.
I don't smoke a ton these days, but when I do I like to go up into the attic in my apartment. I live in an obnoxiously white-middle-class-family-oriented neighborhood, so I try to be as discrete as possible when I'm getting high. Although these days, what's a $100 fine, amirite? mass ain't all bad.
Anyways, I tend to refer to the doobster as "Dead Girl". It's a really old house, and honestly, the attic kinda creeps me the fuck out. It's got these really old baseboards, and in one corner, in scripty blue handwriting about 5 inches across is just "1947". So at some point I started telling myself that a girl wrote that on the floor ~60 years ago as her last lonely gesture before hanging herself. Usually when I bring people up to smoke and tell them that story, it all makes perfect sense to them even after I admit it's bullshit. But I totally keep my attic door closed at night just in case...
Anyways, I tend to refer to the doobster as "Dead Girl". It's a really old house, and honestly, the attic kinda creeps me the fuck out. It's got these really old baseboards, and in one corner, in scripty blue handwriting about 5 inches across is just "1947". So at some point I started telling myself that a girl wrote that on the floor ~60 years ago as her last lonely gesture before hanging herself. Usually when I bring people up to smoke and tell them that story, it all makes perfect sense to them even after I admit it's bullshit. But I totally keep my attic door closed at night just in case...