Sleeping with Marshall
Nathan's Tattoo.
Gordon climbing into bed with us and Nathans foot.
Long Drive through East Van.
Leg wrestling in the middle of the night on mushrooms on Sunday.
Thats Paula and Nathan, by the way.
In the Car.
Stop taking fucking pictures of me...
I love my eyes.
I know you can't make it out, but behind me is the velour couch we found at Value Village and dragged home like winners.
GOTTA LOVE BEIN' PO' WHITE TRASH!!!
Gordon and Dresis sleeping on the couch.
Hittin' the pipe...
Dre trying to sleep.
Dre being bothered.
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