I Don’t Always Roll A Joint But When I Do It’s My Ankle Shirt! He could not cry anymore, his tears were exhausted, his heart stopped beating, his arms and legs could not move. Her mother left him, she had prepared everything for him, though incomplete, she did her best. She fasted, ate leftovers for him, he wore new clothes, and she wore clothes that didn’t count all the pieces.
He regretted why his life treated him so cruelly, he was even angrier when he could only enjoy himself without caring about his mother. I Don’t Always Roll A Joint But When I Do It’s My Ankle Shirt! Half a cup of tofu, he hurt like 20 years ago, tears flowing, hands trembling, everything as happened yesterday, still bewildered fear, fear of losing the precious things in life.