PURE SPECULATION

At times I am ready to believe that there are trolls in them thar hills. Because something very like that sends emmisaries into the flatter lands of Marin County to scout out the terrain. Then I suck on another guava candy (番石榴糖 'fan sek lau tong') and for a brief while I can almost overlook the hairy thing with a back pack that smells like an eruptive sebaceous cyst in front of me. Nice candy. Horrid hippie. Go. Away.

It's a different part of the world. One of the people I encounter fairly regularly there is a hyper-excitable alcoholic who is travelling to the Indo-Malay part of the world soon. A well deserved vacation. Not only for him.


My coworker today wondered how he planned to smuggle his cocaine in.
Don't they jail people for life for that there?


Good heavens. I had no idea that the man was hepped on coke.
It makes sense, now that I think about it.
I thought he just had ADD.
Like a tornado.

Now that you mention it, he is like Baby Destructo from years ago in North Beach.

And yes, they do lock people up and throw away the key for that there. I don't know, maybe he's just going to drink lots of coffee and hang around with Aussies for those two weeks. Come back a little plumper because he's not burning anything up.


It does rather explain why he visits Marin so frequently.
Cocaine has a permanent place in that society.
It's the rich man's version of speed.
Karens can't live without it.




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