Summer 2021: Day at the Beach.

by David Bolton.

I carry in my wallet an ID card from the “Maryland Medical Cannabis Commission.” Once I mistakenly produced this laminated card instead of my driver’s license when the pharmacist asked for identification. Must have been something I ate… quite a change from the days of nickel bags and Mexican skunk; never would have imagined seeing weed legal. Helps me glide through the days.

Here’s a short, short story on that subject:

 An Edible Tale

So I went down to the basement to get the vacuum cleaner. I paused at the golf clubs and got into a conversation with the 3-wood. “You and I are going to have a good time this year. The hell with the driver!”

Having eaten a “medicinal” an hour earlier, I completely forgot about the vacuum cleaner till I realized I was talking to a golf club and not getting much of a response. Uh, where was I? Oh, yes, the vacuum cleaner.

Been a long road to reach this point in time.

 

 

–An excerpt from A Mind Full of Nothing, poetry by David Bolton

 

 

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