03.03.03 - 10:09 a.m. - fuck and run

closed-mouth crazy weekend involving edgar, as per usual [par excellence].

this time he went to five different gas stations and stole a gallon of gas from each of them.

we sat outside my front porch and smoked cigars, because edgar has liked them lately. i'm pretty sure this is what adolescence can be summed up as sometimes.

(he's the one that pumps and runs like letters and sodas)

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