December 2009
Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was sober, not even a mouse. The chillums were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that the dealer soon would be there. The stoners were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of ganja danced in their heads. And my bro in his hoddie, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When...
LIFE: A terminal disease contracted at birth.