October 31, 2020

Letters to myself while stoned…WILD THINGS

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First I would like to thank Joe and Kerry for realizing my potential as a contributor for TTHU. You see, I like that Maui Wowie. I like the Assassin of Youth. I love the ditchweed, the funk, the funny stuff.

I can’t live without the ganja, the gunk, lamb’s bread, Indiana Hay, African black, Acapulco Red, Aunt Mary, you know, marijuana. (Shit that took me about 30 minutes to write.) Usually when I am high I have these epiphanies that I struggle to write down because my mind is going double time and my hand is making me laugh. So, I’m gonna do my best to get them straight so you can see what I see.

This one is from last night.

WHY HASN’T ANYONE EVER INVENTED WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE FOOTED PAJAMAS FOR ADULTS?!?!?!?! IMAGINE JUST CHILLING ON THE COUCH WHEN YOUR GIRL COMES HOME AND YOU ARE SITTING IN YOUR MOISHE OUTFIT DRINKING A STRAWBERRY MALT.

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