Pot And Me: An Acquaintance Story

I'm amazed that I was never a pot head. Growing up in the suburbs of upstate New York, I had shoulder length hair, wore Birkenstocks, and liked jam band music. Hell, I went to Phish concerts sober. Who does that?

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It Was Just A Car

After having paid yet another parking ticket and after driving with the check engine light on for a week, I decided that it was time to get rid of my car.

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The Dump I Just Took

The Dump I Just Took

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Reflections of a Balding Man

Reflections of a Balding Man

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