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met tony yesterday morning, to "see him off". we split a space bag and then ran into these hippie-esque kids and drank another spacebag and got spun as fuck in their rv. I finally got a toothbrush and toothpaste. lost it in their rv. one of the hippiesque kids pissed out the door and the cops got called, and he was so spun that when they told us to sit on the curb he kept his hands up for 15 minutes. they told him he could relax and he's like, "naw, man, i've been through this before, man, i don't wanna get shot!" I almost beat the fuck out of some chick last night because she called me an oogle a year ago and I didn't know her. I'm pretty glad tony was there to tell me i was stupid. tony said he felt a lot better now that he saw me, so he came to terms with puttin that dog in the pound. he could be a really sweet dog sometimes, but not sweet enough to go to prison for him killing some little kid. my mom took him to the truckstop this mornin. bored. makin spaghetti. smells really good.