"The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-power...

What sells, today, is whatever Fucks You Up - whatever short-circuits your brain and grounds it out for the longest possible time.
What sells, today, is whatever Fucks You Up - whatever short-circuits your brain and grounds it out ...
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