A passing homeless guy told me, You're special! So I got that going for me.
On February 14th, 2014, I read the following letter to attendees of the Marijuana Anonymous World Services Convention in Southern California. You might have to be a member of MA (or AA or NA or OA) for it all to make sense. Or maybe not.
Miss Nutjob’s not hurting anyone there on the library steps. Big old headphones on, she’s absorbed with angling the long-ass antenna on her 70’s-throwback radio to better receive — what? Police chatter? Alien signals? Breaking news that…
