The Let Up Concert History
It's 2:14 AM. And as I exhale the breathe from my lungs crystalizes instantly as it kisses Northern Idaho's winter winds. There's snow piled so high on the side of the road that I can't see my neighbor's house. I'm not sure how I ended up with this disgusting habit but the lung cancer between my fingers was down to it's last drag. I decided to take up smoking somewhere in Oregon on our second journey down the West Coast after a 40oz of Steel Reserve.
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