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Second Date

A bar down James Street
that we looked for that after noon
hidden between galleries
and vendors
and the confusion of passing This Ain’t Hollywood… 112 more words

Taking the High Road

Seasons Greetings and Salutations from South America, gentle friends!

Do you recall how I said, way back at the beginning of this sojourn of mine, that I was going to get myself admitted to the Travelers’ Century Club, if it is the last thing I do? 2,758 more words

Weird Stuff

Everybody's Truckin' - The Hopped Up History of Smokey Wood, The Hillbilly Hipster of Houston

By Tom Maxwell

If you happened to be in Houston in the late 1930s, and stepped nimbly in between the signboards on Main Street, you would have found yourself in the middle of a couple dozen tall, waving marijuana plants. 2,025 more words

Professional .

Muscles cramping,

frozen painfully,

disjointed wrists,

repetitive twist,

carpal tunneling,

fingers sorely swollen,

longwinded joint-rolling,

digital profundity,

wounded dorsally,

gone totally numb,

down the trapezium,

perpetual arthralgia,

a tedious income.



Americana Injustica


It’s 420 again bitches!!!!!!! Smoke ’em if you got ’em! Too bad I don’t do it. Gotta love potheads.