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Confessions of a closeted bourgeois boy

9 March 2024

9:00 AM

9 March 2024

9:00 AM

Recently, I got very stoned. I haven’t been that stoned since I was at Woodstock. Or was it the first Glastonbury festival? Or maybe Bob Dylan at the Isle of Wight? I can’t remember, but that’s dope for you. The curious thing is, I don’t take drugs any more. I hate getting high.

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