keep in mind that Parliment and I planted Cousin Bone’s piece at Bonnaroo with a full bowl in hope that good things would grow from it.
went to the Shawnee CaveFest on the saturday after four twenty. an incredible venue, this big amphitheater literally cut into the rock by time and water. Kelly K had sent me a care package of ganja treats, so I had that going for me, but no herb. some kind folk were more than happy to share, and I was pretty well set, but head was still wishing for his own stash. the Station was playing totally off the hook and lightning was flashing all across the sky when this big bearded bear that could only have been Savage’s long lost cousin sidles up to me. how’s it going, he sez. the only way it could be better is if I had a pocket full of chronic, I reply. he grins a big bear grin and sez, I got some killer pot but I just burned one so I’ll load one here after a minute. sweet, I say. its raining a little so I put on my windbreaker. haven’t broke this thing out since the ‘Roo. man, the Station is rocking this cave and my old ears are falling apart. wonder if I have any ear plugs leftover from…hey, what’s this in my pocket? could it be? nah it couldn’t. yes it is.
a fatty nug of that uberchron Bone brought down with him to the ‘Roo, patiently waiting in my pocket for an entire year just to be there with me at CaveFest. the world is indeed a mysterious and wonderful place.