There I was, strumming on my guitar. The mist was thick, and vision was poor. Slowly I put down my guitar, because it seemed the noise being made was not from the sweet sounds of my POWER e - chords. It was the noise made by the most lowly creature known to man...the vile bushy tail.
I reached for my home-grown herb and rolled a nice brown cig, and lit it up with a brother's zippo that I had borr(stolen)owed. A good SLM man must always have his zippo close at hand.
I mustered all the courage in me, and pulled the top off and took a deep swig of nectar. The bleeding hour was near. He rushed me! In slow motion I moved, my swing swift, and the blood was drawn. It was warm,... and that's COOL. The creature wrenched and wiggled in its bloody alcholic grave. And I was alive, and victorious. God smiled upon my wrath of vengence.
Marc Dickenson