For the past while I have been sharing myself with FB. It is fun to do. However, even more like a radio broadcast than the Free Service I here provide, my FB posts disappear into Nik Turner’s mescaline universe faster than a punk rock 45.
Good thing too, I thought this morning, as I looked over my output thus far compiled on the FB machine. Load of crap it is except for a few 13 line poems I am fond of (and will soon reproduce here) and a couple stories I may one day transfer to this platform.
Takes more effort to come up with a bit of writing good enough to publish here. Effort, even mistaken effort, being, of course, sort of important when one undertakes any creative challenge.
On October 17th, 2018 cannabis will be freed. Makes me more proud to be a Canadian since we pushed the Russians back in 1972. Oh, cannabis could be more freed than it will be. “A little grass never hurt anybody,” as my first booming grounds chargehand once advised me. That, I should think, will happen in time. Took 25 plus years since the renewed legalization movement began its offensive so I would be surprised that will happen soon. Changing Canadian government policy takes more patience than waiting for a mummy to shit in its wrap.
For example, an individual ought be able to possess much more than an ounce of cannabis. If any one Jim Pattison of the world wants to entertain a yacht load of guests they should be permitted to provide at least a pound of the best for their guests to dig into. No harm, no foul, after all and it is not like they are not going to do so, illegally, any way.
I was standing on the corner waiting for the red hand to turn into the white man. In the lane across from me a driver for Aggressive Towing was impatiently waiting for another vehicle ahead of him patiently waiting herself to turn left towards the awaiting freedom of the highway. The tow truck’s windows were rolled all the way down as few cars windows are any more in our very nearly cigaretteless Utopia.
“What the motherfucking fuck are you waiting for you fat cunt cocksucking two bit double penetrated she male whore?”
Guess he was not having a great day. Made me happier than ever I am not among the demented army of drivers providing the transportation necessary to keep our society supplied with its every need and a hook for every breakdown.