Last night I dreamt that I had a day or three left before my death. I was worried that when I’d tell people “I don’t think I’m going to make it through the night” I’d still be embarrassingly alive in the morning. I wanted to write everyone letters to tidy up all the loose ends, but I didn’t. I didn’t know who was going to get my money. I smoked a lot in my dream, inside.
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do you have money?
nope