Four-twenty, blaze it.
Up for air?
Hey. Wake up, it’s Groundhog Day — hey… wake up, it’s Matt’s birthday (happy birthday, Matt!) — Hitler’s too (non-celebratory) — Martial law, or naw? It’s 420. Blaze it.
How many days has it been? They’re all the same, but a little different. Sitting on one green room toilet, I begin to imagine that on the other side of …
