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You know your father's a good friend when you're talking about old times before you were born about his friends and family and what they'd do and you end up asking him "How much d'you have right now, anyway?"
"About forty bucks worth."
"Shit. That'd get me through the year."
I'll give you a dollar and not the location of my father if you can figure out what we're talking about.

I don't even have a dime's worth and it's been keeping me goin' since the end of October.
Why? BECAUSE I'M NOT CHRONIC. The worst thing you can do is assume that someone on that stuff is automatically addicted and does it every day and spends their life savings on it.
It's not crack, you know.
Hey look, I narrowed down your choices.
Forget you guys, I' m gonna go smoke a dime and sing Scatman.
And there's NOTHING WRONG with that.




Andy Warhol was the man.
"Hey Warhol! How many colours ya' seein' right now??"
"AKA. MIDORI. AO...."
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