sailordrunk

I talked with one of my closest friends today over the phone. He is an artist out in Eugene, OR. The last time I saw him we were walking along the Pacific shore. The salt water ruined his silly half-crafted hemp shoes. I don't understand the how stoners will naively swear that hemp will save the world. The lastest in hemp fashion: "Dude, like my car is made of hemp, man. No more internal combustion engine, it's powered on weed!"

But my friend is not a stoner, just one of the world's last few remaining optimists. I miss him for that, and, of course, all of the trouble we use to get into back in school.