Thoughts On The Dead

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Green, Green Grass Of Home (If Your Home Is Boulder, CO)

Hi, Bobby.

“Certainly am.”

What are you doing?

“Breathing through my nose.”

I’ll bet. Looks fragrant in there.

“It’s like the monkey house at the zoo, but in a good way.”

Wait, I don’t see any Stealies at all in there. How do you have a growroom without a Stealie somewhere around?

“Lilian Monster’s slapping stickers on everything she sees as we speak.”

Oh, thank God. I was worried.

“And she’s yelling at the owner about keeping the plants in cages.”

She thinks they should be free-range?

“Something like that. I’m not listening, to be honest.”

Sure. They gonna hook you up with a little discount?

“Well, you know, not to pull rank or anything, but I’ve been getting a real good discount on pot since 1966.”

Lotta perks come with your job.

“It’s almost all perks.”

1 Comment

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    June 9, 2017 at 2:28 pm

    If you do get a chance to tour one of those, inhale, deeply.

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