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Chapter 7: Dougie and Donkey
In order to get weed I had to find a new source. I was not even selling anymore at this point. I just needed weed to smoke. That summer before senior year, in order to keep me out of trouble, my dad gave me a job working for him as a house painter. I was only doing entry level tasks like covering floors and cleaning up but I managed to earn a little money. My parents did not want to give me all the money at once for obvious reasons, so they staggered it out, giving me a littl

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Chapter 8: Jason
Jason was Doogie’s best friend. He was only fourteen like Doogie but already stood 6’4. He did not look like a Freshman. Jason was smart enough not to stick around. As we stood outside the house where we had jumped the fence, the owner came out with her ear hugging her cell phone. She was describing us to someone on the phone either the cops or the school. “One of them has a black shirt that says, “Shut up stupid!” on it. The other one is wearing a black hoody and a hat.” We

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Sep 298 min read
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