Monday, July 20, 2009

don't clobber me, it's not that important!

We met a man, his name was Phil. He said he had to take a pill. I asked him WTF ol’ man? What’s your problem? That your van…? He said the pill would help him chill and swallowed it with beer. “Yep my van. I’m a Vet you see, now just understand.” Hold on a sec, bro. I’ve got a better thing. Just light this puppy up, & hear your heart sing. Then he nearly clobbered me.

He's a lovely friend. But damn if I know why he prefers booze and prozac to a few humble tokes.

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