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tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
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November 10, 2010

i mean if you want

Yeah so anyway all this pot farming out here is good for business. Had to haul a bunch of fertilizer jugs, silica stuff to help indoor plants fight off bugs and whatever. They aint strong like outdoor stuff, pampered 24/7 with optimal everything, lights, food, Co2, the whole life of a king. Or queen cuz you kill the males. It’s not like you can throw 60 one gallon jugs of hydro-helper in your recycling without raising a few eyebrows. And all the cardboard from the ballast and lights and bulbs and timers and sensors and pumps, I took it down to the paper yard and got 20 bucks that’s how much there was. That’s like a thousand pounds. If you’re looking for a new career, get out west and sell all these visionaries chemicals and hardware – they’ll be calling you Levi Strauss of the green rush.
But whatever, the other thing is this book of short stories in the truck. I keep it there for stop lights, lunch break, waiting for whoever. All Hemingway. And he wrote some short ones – one paragraph. Two paragraphs. I’ll read those in slow traffic on the 101. There’s one, and here’s my whole point, that starts off, “In the city of Madrid there are thousands of boys called Paco, the diminutive of Francisco…” and so maybe let’s call San Francisco Paco instead.


  1. God Damn Mexicans

    Comment by fellah — November 11, 2010 @ 2:36 pm

  2. Ummm……….. what? Easy there fellah.

    Comment by Rolston — November 12, 2010 @ 5:36 pm

  3. God Dammit

    Comment by fellah — November 15, 2010 @ 4:23 am

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