Hi Dad
I remember you, Dad. You had a hard life, full of disappointments, but you did your best by us. You’re the stuff of story, and I’m writing about you now.
I remember you, Dad. You had a hard life, full of disappointments, but you did your best by us. You’re the stuff of story, and I’m writing about you now.
A few years ago I was in a taxi with my cousin and he screwed up his nose and said, “Whew! This place smells of pot.” “So that’s what pot smells like.” “You’ve never smoked pot?” “Nope.” “I don’t believe you.” We are about the same age, but I was a “back to nature” hippy, notContinue reading “Why I don't smoke pot”
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