Even as I beheld the sunset, saw God's Glory reflected in a clear mountain lake, did I feel the pang.
I had the joint rolled afore time, a fat, sticky greenbudder with a thick strip of Kashmiri hash running right up the core, rolled on hemp paper. As splendid a spliff as is under God's eye.
But now I realise that I've lost my lighter. And that I could use another hashish shake. And that a double-order of fried potatoes and onions might hit the spot. I'm going to have to call room service.
But the phone is on the far edge of a very soft bed. I really don't feel like moving. I see the phone out of the corner of my eye, taunting me. God taunts me.
I know, I know, "Why don't you bellow to the hall attendant? He'll have you fixed up with a new Bic and a hash shake and a plate of 'taters in three shakes."
But.... well yeah, I could do that. It's just that I'm so very comfortable where I am. I don't want to move.
WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME???????
2006-08-14
03:14:36
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