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I was not a pot-head, and I lived directly across the street. I miss those late-night fry runs.

weeks101:

santana (via Dan Anderson)

Wow, this place brings back memories.  I used to practically live across the street from this store, at my friend’s pothead brother’s apartment where we would stumble to sleep it off after a night of underage drinking/dancing.

Santana’s had the BEST chicken strips and sauce that you could get at 3:00 in the morning.  Not that there was a lot of competition at that time of night.

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