It’s All About Knowing the Best Dealer

When I was fifteen, my first boyfriend was indeed, a marijuana dealer, so it’s funny when I reflect to that era and remember how he used to call me ‘dealer.’ That ‘situation’ thought that because my parents waterfront 10k sq. ft. home in Golden Beach was surrounded with camera’s that my father, you know, did the good ‘ol Colombian Drug Dealin’. False, but maybe I wish he was one. I ...

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