It’s me, Jack. Thanks for coming back ya’ monkies. So here I was, a noob to the art of marijuana growing and dealing, and some local dealers were terrorizing me. Eventually, they started a little fire in my grow house,
Leaving prison behind was a fresh of breath air— literally. I was glad to be back home and see my parents and my dog. I had to stay with them of course, and I had to go back to school,
This is it guys, we’re coming to the end of my story so far! Are you feeling proud of me yet? I hope so. You see, I struggled for a long time smoking too much pot and letting life pass
It’s Jack, here to charm you with my tale of self-destruction. Welcome back, loyal readers! So here I was, 20 years old, chilling in prison and not knowing what to do with myself. I never thought I’d end up there.