Twinkle Twinkle Little Ball of Gas
I once knew a guy (Matt) who grew mini weed pots in his basement in Canada and sold them for $5 a pop. A real simple guy who I used to work with in a screen printing company. He used to get into so much trouble (Not drug related). It was like he was a magnet for all things that could go wrong. But the thing is, he was probably one of the most optimistic people I've ever met. He had a scruff in his voice and smoked like an old person ready to die. His motto was a classic Canadian styled "Ah whatever Eh?!" I fucking hated that job. I once had to stay up for three days straight printing shirts and winter clothing all because the time schedule was wrong and then one thing led to another and the boss just looked at me and said that I had better fix it or I would be deported. Fuck that guy ... Jefrey with one "f". I did stay up for three days and it was thanks to Matt's solution of drinking alcohol periodically until the job was done. Shortly after the three day stint I ended up in the emergency room due to exhaustion. But if Matt wasn't there to help, I would not have had a blast ... thanks Matt, hope you're still alive. Oh and the picture was taken in the backyard of my parents home ... I like stars ... sometimes I like tequila too but I most definitely love dogs more than people. 💀
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