Count em: 17 (*SEVENTEEN*) days until the end of school. Can't wait. Cant' wait! And yet.... summer is going to be boring. I need to make plans. A red chevy convertible. My attorney. A trip to VEGAS..."two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy
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