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I want to reiterate before I post this, I promise 100% of what I say in these segments are true. That being said, lets get to the goodies.
I spent the weekend at my friends house in Santa Monica, yes I know, this in itself is quite boring… Where it gets interesting, is the fact he has moved into Boston’s most famous organized crime head and sociopath Whitey Bulger’s old hideout/condo. Being from Boston, I was absolutely fascinated, especially since I have had my own personal run ins with Whitey’s crew, The Winter Hill Gang. Did this stop me from getting lifted on my friends couch? No. Lets begin.
I am really high on my friends couch right now. Apparently Whitey slept in the living room, therefor I am getting high in Whitey Bulgers Bedroom.
Walking in an out of the complex, the stairwell we are using, smells like Whitey Bulger lived there.
I cant stop staring at his fireplace, of everything in the room this stands out to me the most. A part of me is clinically crazy when I get high, I cant stop thinking Whitey spent a lot of time staring at this fireplace repressing his past.
I constantly wonder if Whitey had any regret for what he had done to the city of Boston.
I find it fucking hilarious that a mass murderer hid out here, now it is occupied by two nice Jewish boys. I keep about this randomly high to myself on the couch. When my friends ask me „what are you laughing at”, I couldn’t even come up with proper answers half the time. I would tell them I thought of a funny comedic sketch.
I walk into the kitchen and laugh about this harder.
I get a genius update notifying me someone hated an annotation I did. It was an airtight annotation (I swear, read it)… His reasoning for getting angry at me?… The internet is a funny place.
My friends decide to order pizza. You cant get a pizza in LA apparently for less than $20, which is ridiculous.
I am the only one with credit card, time to embezzle cash.
We settle on Papa John’s, I had to place the order, my big mouth gets me into an awkward situation once again.
Too much Pizza + Weed = I need to go home, I am tired and unhealthy.
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