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Personal Narrative: New City Blues
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So I offically have the, “ IM GOING TO DIE ALONE IN MY TINY ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT AT 32” blues. I've been in Las Vegas for about 4 months now and I think I'm suppose to have everything accoplished by now. Plenty of friends, a few different streams of income, going back to school. Living the life of a single woman in Sin City but NO! Most of my days consist of smoking weed, watching TV, working and finding other ways to create more income. After a few months of the same routine of absolutly nothing I think any sane person would eventually turn to drinking and/or smoking 1/8th of weed every few days. Shit, I did! So after a phone call and a 20 min wait, I rolled up and took a few hits of the Ahfgan Kush I realize that I'm being
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