a cunning linguist once told me
If you're not wasted
the day
is
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWnUuosQwZY
One time i was driving to work, must have been 15 years ago, no - make that 14 years ago. I was driving along in traffic minding my own business, and traffic stopped and so we waited on a light or a train or an idonthaveafuckingcluewhat
So im sitting there stopped and i feel this little thump - bump...something
Car behind me tapped me in the rear bumper. So i get out to go see if there's any damage, well there wasn't. So i walk back to the car behind me and its this college kid sitting there looking completely dazed, freshly rolled up joint sitting there on his lap.
I asked him WTF? and he was like, Sorry Bro. I looked back at the little POS car i was driving and was kinda like, yeah, not big deal its not even my car anyways. But i would like to take a slow ride with you if you know what i mean.
He was like, okay get in, so we sat there and proceeded to do our thing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=goDd02TTxBA
About the time we had reached enlightenment, all was good in the world, until our journey was rudely interrupted by scary figures in dark clothing beating on the window. At first we just laughed, and began to wonder what system they were from. Maybe they were lost and looking for answers?
The two dark figures were insistent that we acknowledge them, so we attempted to roll down the windows, which was no small feat, but somehow we got them down and offered peace and love and understanding to our new found friends & visitors.
They kept yelling something at us - something about the traffic and why we were blocking it - but it was all so amusing we were riding the wave and so peace out bro.
Before i knew it the sun had set and this shiny old spaceship came in and took away my little pod in which i was travelling. Another rugged old ship came in and took away my companions pod, and we were left sitting in the forest with umbilical cords wrapped around our wrists and daisies swirling around our heads in the final gasp of the suns misty rays.
The night opened old wounds long forgotten. Trees swaying and bowing to our presence, giant moons orbiting each other to confuse the poor dairy cows. An old rusty windmill came alive and chased us through the fields after we tried to snack on some yard bird babies, fresh in their oval cocoons.
The windmill chased us through the fields and into the muddy creeks were we found temporary shelter from its evil blades.
Finally the dark figures we'd met before saved us from the terrible beast and took us to a safe place where we could get some shelter for the night. It wasn't very comfortable and was a little bit crowded, but im still greatfull for their kindness.