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BluesFest ’02: Sunday morning
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| Last night was rough. No more pharmaceuticals for me...Ian, you’ve been laughing for 18 hours now. | |
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BluesFest ’03: Sunday morning
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| Three hits at once was too much. I took one, and I liked it so much, I wanted more...then I collapsed onto my tent. All I can remember is feeling great the whole time. | |
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| Jollo, your physical disposition was unimportant compared to your internal bliss. | |
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| That was the last time I’m doing hard drugs. I hate my junkie mentality, it’s bad character. | |
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| “Character†is too abstract for sacrifices. Just be yourself: embrace drugs now and for life. | |
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