Fourteen Memphis smoke shops were recently declared a public nuisance and shut down. Now this, from the future...
Day 53: I have survived another day. Madison doesn't look the way it used to. There's fewer of us left. I had to eat McDonald's to get my fix. A Happy Meal doesn't cut it. I got my other needs at a different place, but I need these.
Day 62: I found what I was looking for but I can't get in! It's boarded up with yellow tape and SIGNS. SIGNS FROM WHERE?!?!?? WHAT THE HELL??? I NEEEEEEEEEEEEED IT
Day 63: It is still there, still boarded up. I know they are in there. I know. I can smell them. Through the "potpourri" through the "spice" I can smell them. I found something like them, but not THEM.
Day 67: I got lost.
Day 72: I found it again. I clawed the boards until my fingers bled. I NEED THEM. THEY ARE CALLING ME. COME TO ME
DAY 96: IM TIRED OF WRITING THIS JOURNAL DAMMIT. I JUST NEED MY FIX. I JUST WANT TO HOLD THEM FOR A FEW MINUTES. I JUST WANT ONE TO TAKE. OPEN THE DAMN DOORS!!! WHY ME??????????
Day 102: Much calmer now. I got in. I found it. I found the one. I can't leave. I can't sleep. They will take it away again. I don't care about the plastic baggies or the "vitamins" here, I just wanted this one little guy...