Count Dracula slept in a dark place. A darkness so comforting, and after a few days of tweaking knobs, a beer or few was called for among very bad people.

Found refuge on some vags couch.

Woke up to another Uranus voyage because the stank of the pot with dogs and ammunition.

Holy shit, the thought police is watching fast I thought.

My genuine surprise and foggy sense of things distracted them.

Place smells like Jamaica and the stoner Brad Pitt in True Romance

Yeah sure, fine me for pot smoking. Check my nerd bag, tell my confusion.

They left, and me somewhere between what and huh, she wipe out an ounce of bad news and tells me without words why chile towered without couch surfers

True story

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