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I got bored of the tedious conversations, talking to the dealer in a stairwell where you're not supposed to be, then going back to a depressing room and spending nine hours locked up going "eeerh", then going back to get more with what little money you have left.
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On drugs

 

Dylan Moran

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The other one turned me around into the light. "He don't smell bad. That cut on his head didn't come from a fall either."
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