My new meaning of desperation is frantically going through old plastic bags in hopes to find a check, after the terrible realization there are no rolling papers. Not sure if it's very safe to smoke a check, but it has to be better than other paper I have here. Well, my notebook brags about the recycled paper used for sheets, but it is noticeably thicker.
Trust nobody. I trusted myself a week ago, when someone asked me for a rolling paper and I gave the whole package, since I thought there's more at the apartment. Nope.
Edit.
Not good at all, oh my.
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