telephoned my mombo yesterday
we was jamming!
We would talk for hours, me with the doors wide open, and windows clean. She not a clue. Just sitting their with a nice cup of hot coffee and a bagel.
Crazy Mike a master of obsidian words.
deserve it, too. i woulda never made that comment about those sweet kids, yet, as we are trusting souls, it is kind hilarious.
well i had a last toke and it is gone. marijuana withdrawals are about to begin.\
Late in life, I have discovered booze. Vodka again.
The danger of pot for me is the dreams. When I smoke it I do not remember my dreams. About the third day of withdrawl the dreams retrun. Nothing heavy, usualy just cheap intertainment. Except when my blood sugar is really high. Then the demons from the book of the dead. Don't mind them, sometimes I can take a message back to the other side of sleep
I like it! That is a particularly nice shot.
she got a bad deal from her father. Three brothers, we do what we can.
I am glad to hear you are in touch with your mother.
Reminds me of a story about one of the US Marshalls who escorted the black kids to school in Little Rock. He was a good old boy from Tennessee doing his duty. His grandmother a Daughter Of The Confederacy. He said she would not speakl to him for years. All he could do was wait her out.
I got three days to finish training for the new job.
