When Angie and I lived together, way back when…
We were such stoners/fuck ups.
We got a dart board and put it in our living room, then I tied fishing line to the darts…
Then we’d play darts from the sofa.
Yank back the dart to you…
It’s a real thing that happened…
But…you do n’t think… all the force pulling on the dart when you yank it back….sharp tips….
Couch darts…
I got stabbed in the foot…
Couch darts…
NOW..let me hear your stoner dumb shit story..
I rank them by numbers,,, the dumber the shit,,the higher the score…
A “dumb shit” meter, if you will…
I like things that hit the Richter scale .
The dumber the shit, the bigger the smile…Box of chocolates…this thang ain’t got no gas…we’re gonna need a bigger boat…
I say, I say unto thee,, a meter… that measures dumb shit.
A merciful meter manipulating man hours …
Project’s in the red!!
The red!!!
“We have to stop bleeding money!”
(But I like…don’t even care about money man….)
Eesh… shiver me pretender,,
What were we doing??
(Nothing)
That’s right,, the same thing we do every night,,,
NAH-thin..
Fuck this diary shit ..
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dawn 