2004-05-04
it's legal here
Part of a letter to Moira, who will be trading Iceland for Rhode Island tomorrow:
Had the best three days of my entire life. (Two of which were spent recuperating.)
Two words:
Space Cake.
Yowsers, you have got to try this stuff sometime. I mean, I've smoked everything at some point of another (I *did* go to college, afterall), but man alive, Queen's Day was brilliant.
Amsterdam is all Quentin Tarantino says it is *and* a bag of chips.
(Dorito's.)
Man. I get Rastafarianism now. World peace. Irie, mon.
Whoa. Space Cake.
War *ON* drugs?! I mean, what?
Whoa. Space Cake.
And it was E2.50, perfect for my budget.
Whoa. Space Cake.
So when are you coming over?
x o
Sheila
betholindo at 10:35 a.m.