In my purple foldable chair down by the lake. It’s ten to eight in the morning. Two male-bodied dudes fish to my right. I puff away on my joint. Are they fishing for survival needs, like they need food? Are they doing it for fun? Both? Probably just for fun, I presume. Some rain falls lightly, causing many circular ripples in the water. One dude next to me caught a small fish. He shows his buddy the prize. I light up my second joint. I’ll see Boots Riley’s I Love Boosters this afternoon. Can’t wait for that! Other than that, slow day, like usual. It’s a blessing and a curse, needed but so lacking in meaning. But thank goodness for weed. For real. The rain stopped. Clouds lie grey above head. I finish my joint quietly, feeling myself truer now than before getting high.
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