All I have to say to you, pot dealer that listens to Grateful Dead at the highest volume in his ramshackled hovel, is that I love what your all about. Swallowed up by live oaks, you make your customers come to you. They leave their cars running in the middle of the street, run into your reclusive hut and emerge two minutes later peeling away. Your living the dream. Keep up the good work.
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