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Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow

Shawshank, June 29, 2021

The big question yesterday afternoon was what’s in the box? Well, that was answered last night when I was able to open the package.

Oh

My

God

Brown sugar cinnamon pop tarts.

You can’t get this flavour here in Canada. I’ll have to ration myself though, as shipping is wicked expensive. I figure that if I can stay away from them when I’m high, I should be able to stretch them out for a while.

That’s the plan.

Let’s see if I can stick with the plan!!

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