That One Time I Got Stoned

Marijuana and Depression

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Here in Iowa marijuana grows wild. It grows in cow fields, along roadways and there’s a shit ton of it mixed in with the flowers surrounding the lake at the State Park. By the end of each summer plants are taller than I am and I’ve witnessed stretches that go on for miles. It’s not a big deal and no one cares.




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Erika Storms

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I blog to stay sane.

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