View From the Bushes

I will confess that yesterday's entry was a little disjointed, but it was nice to see that it elicited some great comments. As far as the conention that I was smoking the grass I have to confess that I've never even had a drink (of alcohol obviously) let alone smoked a joint, though I do have a pretty funny marijuana story:

Six or seven years ago I was at a work party and after starting at the local pizza place we had retired to one of my co-workers apartments. Another co-worker had recently returned from Amsterdam and had some pot (or possibly hash, like I said I'm not an expert) and they started passing ajoint around. As I mentioned rather than partaking I spent the time asking those assembled what my legal exposure was should the cops come crashing through the door. In any event at one point someone asked the provider of the pot how he had smuggled it back from Amsterdam. The provider hesitated for a minute before saying I smuggled it back in my butt. Immediately my friend Brian, who had the joint at the time threw it down and said, "Homie don't smoke ass!" Though if you think about it I bet that a substantial percentage of pot comes to America in just that fashion.

In other news the much-delayed Midnight adventure had been edited and sent to Greg Benage over at FFG, for final vetting, but the wheels are turning. In other news apparently there is something freaky going on in Sicily. Apparently stuff is spontaneously combusting at an alarming rate and so far though the theories range from demons to military testing, no one has been able to figure out what's going on. Apparently the people over at Slashdot have it all figured out so if you're in the mood for speculation you could head over there.

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