Dude, Where’s My Sign?

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It’s now approximately 4:55 and I’m still quite high. The paranoia has really kicked in…so looking at the faded 420 sign on my wall makes me feel as though I’ve made a tremendous mistake. I can’t stop looking out the window…keeping a close watch for the Waseca County Sheriff’s car that I’m certain will be pulling up shortly. Hey, Doritos!