I have this little walnut box, see, and its lined with this really neat felt-like stuff, like the stuff you see on pool tables, only it isn’t green, its, like, some deep blue color or something, and, well, I got this box from my brother and I don’t really remember what came in it originally but I really do, hey could you flip that tape over it has a killer “St. Stephen” on the second side, and, where was I, oh, yeah, the little box that Mark gave me - well, anyway, so he says to me, he says, Hey, Lee, I’ve got this nice little box that I keep my pot in and if you want it, the box I mean, not like, the dope or anything cause it cost me a whole bunch of money cause its, like, this, Hawaiian shit with purple hairs all over it and its really sweet smelling and so sticky that it just gets you, hey man, how 'bout a beer or something cold to drink, you got anythiing cold to drink, and, anyway, like I was saying, we ran off the road and I think we hit a mailbox or a mailman but I’m not really sure 'cause there wasn’t any paint knocked off the fender or blood on the car or anything so it could have been my imagination, listen really closely right…wait for it…here, did you hear Jerry’s string break? far out, no? so anyway, oh, I don’t really remember, I think I burnt it off with a lighter, but I could have just…what was the question again?
Hidden away in my memories, days and nights spent worshipping Ja. Unless, of course, those memories are jogged by some, say, Deadthread, causing me to laugh out loud inappropriately right here in the office.