My name is Gabby. 18-year-old stoner. I am currently stuck in the town of Everett, WA; a town where if you don’t lock your car doors, there’s an 85% chance something will go missing. I enjoy cars, clothing, hair, and of course, marijuana. I am the only one of my friends who does not have a bong. (Although I turned 18 first.) I drive a green, 5 speed, ‘96 Ford Escort that is lacking in the 1st gear department. I love to drive, it just requires more gas money than I can provide. I kind of play the uke, but my one musical dream is to play the banjo. I dream of one day becoming a cosmetologist and have a deep obsession with anything vintage. My first experience with ganja was in the 6th grade, in the woods, behind a Safeway. I ate an entire bag of cookie crisp cereal. I didn’t do it very often up until my senior year. (After seeing everyone at my school for 4 years straight, how could I go sober?) And now, I have the greatest friends I could ask for.