Worst: confronting my family the next day and telling them it was food poison that made me throw up all over the wall and not wake up.
Best: Hanging with friends, teepeeing houses, yelling at pedestrians, and blasting 3 6 Mafia in the ghetto where we could have very well been shot and killed.
It was sweet.
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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
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