Sunday, April 24, 2016

JULY 1976...IT WAS A SUNNY DAY

i had just come home from an atlantic canadian tennis tour...

my mates were smoking pot down on the rail road tracks , blowing smoke at the conductor like sperm on a cream pie...



maybe exactly like that...i was too stoned to tell...and why was a fucking marshmallow man driving that fucking train , anyway ???    

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