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But ugh, the stigma—society’s fake tears. “Oh, poor lost souls!” Spare me. Some choose it, some don’t—freedom’s messy. Economics says let ‘em breathe, tax it, watch it bloom. Illegal? Drives it underground—danger spikes. Saw this X post, girl rantin’ about raids fuckin’ up her life. Broke my heart, then pissed me off again. Cops playin’ hero, savin’ no one.

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Oct 27,  · Sunny Gale Oster cupped a garter snake in her hands as a child, and she dived into water without knowing how to swim, and she cared for her stepmother when she struggled .

So, I’m all pumped now. I’m searching for this mythical fish. I’m running up and down the riverbank, checking every nook and cranny. I’m sweating like crazy, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna grab lunch. I’m like, “Dude, I’m on a fish quest!” But he’s persistent. “Fine, I’ll meet you at the market on Haharina Street.”

Evan Oster Obituary July 27, 2014