Michael T. Grace
Vicodin, Percoset, Oxycontin crushed up and snorted up the nose.
"Hey, you got any junk?" "You know what we need? SOME JUNK" "That guitarist was so fucked up on junk last night it looked like his prostate was about the size of a grapefruit"
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