Happy 420!
I hope you have plenty
of what you need to celebrate
the happy herbal holiday
that falls upon this date
Happy 420!
To all of you hippies
I count among my friends
on this wild and crazy world
where the spinning never ends
Happy 420!
To friends in Hawaii
I hope you are so bold
to puff on some pakalolo, Maui Wowie or Kona Gold
Happy 420!
California
I hope that you’re getting enough
of the herb from Humboldt County
that’s some pretty wicked stuff
Happy 420!
To those who like brownies
chillums, pipes or bongs
or just a good, old fashioned joint
nice and fat and long
Happy 420!
To all of my friends
in London and Paris and Rome
I feel like we’re smoking together
even though I ‘m just smoking at home
Happy 420, everybody!
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A funny thing just happened. I was standing in the checkout line at Albert and, as is often the case if you happen to go at the wrong time of day, it was jam packed with Italian teenagers. There’s a hotel near here that seems to specialize in them.
The lady behind me was grousing about it, and it didn’t help matters any when one came up behind her and wanted to get through, pointing to his friends and saying, in Italian, something along the lines of “Yo, these are my mates up front and I’m with them.” My Italian’s pretty rusty, but the context was clear enough.
She didn’t like it at all when I waved him into the line in front of me. She liked it even less the 2nd time it happened.
My Czech is not perfect either, but she was saying something along the lines of “They’re goddamned everywhere, you have to stand behind them in line at every little tabak and ticket window, bloody foreigners and all a you kids get offa my damn lawn.”
Obviously, they didn’t understand a word she was saying but it was clear she was speaking about them. One of the boys turned around, pointed at himself and said, smiling politely, “Italia.”
I thought that was an absolutely perfect response.
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