Nature’s Basics almonds
tasty
he fingered the single-serve
packagesingle-serve
always pissed him off
Net Wt: .75 OZ
(21g) Oforcryinoutloud yakiddinme
his granddaughter looked up at
him from her lunch
What’s that, Grampa?
O nothing sweetpea
Certainly sounded like something.
Awright Yaknow what an epiphany is
No, Grampa.
I had an epiphany
What is an ei . . epie . how . .
how’d you say it?
Epiphany
Yeah, what you said.
Ill write it down for you after
lunch and you can ask your parents
Okay, Grampa. she was happy to return to her lunch he had interrupted her
.75 OZ 21g meant an ounce was 28g simple fucking
math
why didnt he know his simple math
when he was in college selling grass and hash escaped him he weighed 30g on his scale and called it an
ounce
his grass didnt have much in the
way of stems or sticks
to be fair he typically
sold hash 1g at a crack
meybe theyhis customers supposed
he was . . generous he did have steadfast legions he may have been short on occasioncouldnt dole
an ounce but he always sent them off with a couple of joints on the house
they never jumped ship
hell of a time to learn an ounce
was 28g as a grandparent
but he might pat himself on the back having slippedescaped those Miami
Imaim days intact come out of them in
one piece beat sand out of his trunks
before cocaine chemicals pills became the rage business got ugly businesspeople got greedy sometimes only blood satisfied it
he liked high
he didnt like addictions
meybe why he didnt smoke
cigarettes
away from grass and hash he
sipped beer whisky and if he really wanted to treat himself he made a mean
spicy Bloody Mary
ifya didnt get wet in the armpitssweat at the temples or brow he missed
his mark
to its credit alcohol seemed to
dissolve the metal fishhooks and wire threaded through their eyelets on which his
emotions were suspended above hot coals
the metal melts he drops bodily onto the coals and ash and crushes suffocates themYah his skin blisters tepidly flesh roasts he scars but Ah it was nice to be downto slip the
tenterhooksslip that which existed only because he allowed it
because
their choice seemed right or
appropriate
he was hotwiredwas wetsealed
with emotions
sometimes we need our distance
from them
they can be implacable tyrannically
we need our room
our space
from ourselves
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