the two of us nearly ate a handfull o those almost a year ago.

..watched this detective flick a while back where the lead stops by his local nag champa emporium to by a twenty dollar candle statue of some icon from his friendly neighborhood merchant pal, Diljeet (or something). Then he takes it home and opens the bottom, to find a little foil package of hash. & he takes a bite....

but he never get right (or left..for tht matter)

if there were an opium den up the street that had a hike into the woods and over a creek and past a creepy semi-inebriated Buddhist Geshe like Milarepa (or Rafiki) ..who hit me on the bean with a hickory pole and asked me an esoterical question that I had to at least attempt to answer before he’d let me pass without taking a beating from his partner, Ghost Dog the Ninja, ..why.. I’d maybe go visit it once a week just to see if, amidst the blue smoke and scantily clad Betty Boops, I could get right (or left for that matter). But probbluy I’m never gona be right (or left).

We're toast. But butter us up some and.....