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Contrary to whatever debauched image I may have given as a #cannabis consumer, after the obligatory tokes at 4:20 on 4/20 (and one 5 hours later to finish off my bat), my evening, despite my intents, was solitary & serene: I arrived at a party that looked unpleasantly overpacked, so instead I walked uptown, detouring onto St. Mark's Pl, where I found a new indie bookshop hosting a "yard sale" at which #thriftfu #litotimancy delivered me 2 books, one by a childhood favorite I'd never seen before.
An unintentional side effect of this 4/20: I discovered that the funky cargo pants I thrifted from that new store near my childhood home had GUM in the rear pocket, themselves MESH. I hadn't worn them since I bought them, though I did wash them. That's how they were sold for $30. Gonna try the icing & hitting with a hammer trick to see if I can't dispel it enough to salvage.