xoxo, nico

often times i am bribed with possibilities but it turns out i end up working for free. i passed this backpacker on the street and he was holding a sign that said he will work for weed. i wondered how much time i’d get to boss him around for a dime. it won’t be long until i’m in his shoes and i start auctioning off all i’ve got left. it would make everything so much easier if money just fucking grew on trees.

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