then I was young and smoking excellent cheap weed... in the day I/we used to get 15 nice joints from a nickel of Mexican...
now I am saddled with bills and reality has crushed a childish dream!!
Well . . . it was marginally better than Steal This Book (which I was too chicken to do, so I bought it).
then I was young and smoking excellent cheap weed... in the day I/we used to get 15 nice joints from a nickel of Mexican...
Good Grief! I think I went to school with you!
now I am saddled with bills and reality has crushed a childish dream!!
That's why we're alive to talk about it :)
The last of my aging hippie friends who followed his dream keeled over in 1983 from liver failure. Everyone else has either entered a treatment center and failed to come out, or cut his hair and listens to Rush.
When "people who knew me when" comment that I've made a huge position shift, I explain that I finally leaned so far to the left, I tripped over the line and landed on the far right.
Oh, how true that statement is!