We’ve all seen the crime show here the Fuzz busts into a smokey, dark room. All the pot heads (I’m sorry if I am being multiculturally insensitive) are laying on the floor/couches/counters… They care not about The Fuzz, man… they just feelin’ the LOVE.
That scenario??? Not AT ALL unlike children … … … and the high they get from Easter candy.
Proof:
Lucy had been quiet awhile. I decided to go check on her.
I walked into the adjacent room… where I found a 7 year old girl, lying on the couch… in her own drug-like stupor.
OF CHOCOLATE AND JELLY BEANS.
And scissors.
I love it when I find her with scissors.
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