so i'm walking down the street.

this old woman comes up to me. she must have been at least 85.

"do you know me?", she says.

no.

"do you know me?", she repeats.

no.

"i used to have a beauty salon up yonder years ago", she said.

"i know, you told me last time".

"do you know me?", she said.

no.

"i live in that house right there. where do you live?", she asked.

"down yonder", i replied.

"do you know me?" she said.

"no. see ya later", i said as i walked away with her standing in the middle of the street.


that is the third conversation i've had with her. they've all been the same.

i love her.


"stop burning books. start burning weed." -- s. copeland

on your marks
get set

smoke a bowl,

scott