Little Stoned Whore
Her music was blaring through the walls, while I was trying to take a nap, no less. So, after growing tired of hearing the same Red Hot Chili Peppers song played over and over, I knocked on her door. It was ajar, and I quickly realized that she couldn't hear me knocking, no matter how forcefully I did so. I walked in. Though I don't like doing so most of the time, I didn't feel I had a choice in this situation. My head was killing me. I could smell the weed and I was out, so I was hoping, at...