I FAILED ART CLASS, AND MEMORIALIZED A TOMATO PLANT
In middle school, I was a train-wreck in art class. My art teacher could have failed me, easily…
“Pass the pill” Bob shouted, as he whiffed off the last puff of his joint.
“Nah man, finish off your line”, said the chubby-faced, curly haired Andy, who was an old chum of the son (Bob) of a renowned Psychology Professor.
Talk about karma and you’re going to have people think about past lifes, reincarnation…
I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a bet going on to see who can get more souls — God or the Devil.
It’s a lonely path….