fratman has a constantly stoned friend who is usually around during the less fashionable hours of the morning (maybe they are up in each other's stuff?). i'll be up at three (as is my wont) studying, and he'll breeze into the room, say "heeeeeeeeeyyy dude," flutter around for a bit feeling things in the kitchen, then wander off. i don't think i've ever met a more sedated person.
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