I met a man with a joint today

I and my fellow brethren shared his doobage and talked in the afternoon sun. Sitting on the grass (no pun intended) we spoke of the world and life and dreams. He was well spoken and had clear thoughts. He wasn't out to change the world. It was just that he couldn't breathe in this society. Normally he stayed in more rural spots, the better to keep away from everyone, but he comes into the city on occasion for a pot run. In some ways he was even more dedicated than I am - a man true to his spirit. When the Bible speaks of a time when the last will be first, I believe he will be near the head of the line. A nice, friendly afternoon. Thanks.