Remember this guy? You were never really close with him, but he was "So f*cking chill bro!" He'd perform silly acts in public like: climbing trees, dropping acid in Astronomy class (which you were taking for the easy A, but he was genuinely interested in), and wearing multi-colored fanny packs housing various narcotics. The kinda guy who only drank the most obscure beers, and who's adjective repertoire consisted solely of the words dank and/or heady. He was the only kid willing to sell you that eighth on credit, and he had the hippie chicks on lock, DOWN. His M.O, of course, were shows, festivals, and other "gnarly" gatherings of those like him. But again, I ask, what happened to this lovable fellow? It's as though, the second I put that tassel on, he vanished. No longer do I know anyone with 123071412 peices of "danky glass, purchased at the Phish fest that totally changed into the most radical colors you've never seen homie". How's a 24 year old supposed to find mushrooms without a connect like this?!
If you have any information on the Chill Kid's whereabouts, please email us at fratombomb@gmail.com.
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