Pot in the Carlton Gardens

I smoked pot and lay in the Carlton Gardens, under the elms, instead of taking Chubby for a walk. Well, half a walk. He came with me to the gardens. I think what a lazy bastard I'm becoming. Then I think real fast after that, everybody should be so lucky.

I used to work 50 hours per week. I’m determined not to work that hard again. 7,5 per day, that is all I bill for. And I’m sticking to it. Of course, it means I have to work my arse off, amongst the vipers. Hack’s should be renamed The Viper Room. Zina Warrior princess every last one of them. The women rule at Hacks

I spend a few hours in the book shop before I go home.


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