I was at the White Stripes concert at Starlight Theatre, sitting next to my old friend D.H., my cousin C.N. and his friend W.F. and J.W. I remember C.N. telling me that J.W. saw a show where Meg White walked off the stage in San Francisco.
We all smoked out of Morlock, and then D.H. ended up back around us, a few rows back. I rolled a joint, and me, J.W. and W.F. smoked it. I looked back at D.H. and went home for a bit before coming back. The joint was still only half smoked and I continued to partake.
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