My school
Had a pet ex-con who used to come to warn us against drugs. He warned that once while tripping, his gob came out rainbow-coloured. I'm sure he had horror stories too, but it was the rainbow gob that I (and doubtless every other kid), remembered. Even now, rainbow gob sounds fucking brilliant.
So the result of his talk was that I took drugs as soon as I could get my hands on them. And I've never looked back.
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After you my dear Alfonse No. After you., Mon 7 Dec 2015, 18:52,
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