05-02-2018, 09:16 PM
Me and my horse were camping out under a giant redwood tree in California and eating peyote buttons one balmy summer evening, pondering the mysteries of life and what-not, when he turned to me and said, " I wonder how Trix is doing."
I didn't know who Trix was at the time. This was a few years before we met. "Trix who?"
"Never mind. Forget about it," he said sullenly and went back to contemplating his navel.
A lone cargo shuttle rattled overhead. On its way to San Francisco to deliver a load of hashish, no doubt.
A few minutes passed. The horse stood up abruptly and sauntered off.
"Where are you going?" I inquired.
"I have to take a leak. Do you mind?"
I didn't know who Trix was at the time. This was a few years before we met. "Trix who?"
"Never mind. Forget about it," he said sullenly and went back to contemplating his navel.
A lone cargo shuttle rattled overhead. On its way to San Francisco to deliver a load of hashish, no doubt.
A few minutes passed. The horse stood up abruptly and sauntered off.
"Where are you going?" I inquired.
"I have to take a leak. Do you mind?"
