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August 16, 2005
Special Traditions: Tokes I've Took, Tokes I Take
Dropped off last items at the storage space today. Put it up in that little paint-chippy, over-priced, plywood-chic loft there and then, naturally, paused for a toke, which, naturally, I took, and then crossed my arms over my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle T-shirted gut, got all pensive, and reflected on my departure and how many times I’ve smoked in that little rabbit hutch up there at the foot of the bridge, the timered lights going out on me while I wondered how much of what kind of smoke it would take to get those detectors in the ceiling—so close I could almost touch, and connected to the the sprinkler system I could—to go off. How quickly we settled into patterns and routines in our lives. The things that give us structure give us meaning as well, and make our lives worth living, I believe. I held that flame up again—held it there a while—then threw the hot glass in my back pocket on the other side of my folded to-do list so that I wouldn’t burn my ass to the second degree while holding my hit down hard and causing trauma to the little ciliated sacs in my long-suffering lungs as I scrambled back down that ladder on out.
Posted by peligrito at August 16, 2005 2:14 PM
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