Some Days. . .
Ordered a chai tea ice blended, and got a
pumpkin chai.
Arrived two hours early for appointment.
My mistake.
Parking validation was forty minutes short.
Owed thirty-two dollars. (This is L.A.)
All in the last ten days, I moan to anyone
who will listen.
Pot-smoking acquaintances inform me I know
nothing about trouble.
Trouble is that scourge known as City Council
which voted to cap pot shops at 150, they
say.
Down from 800, some say.
They howl: How can 150 dispensaries possibly
serve the need?
WTF is that?
Tags: Some days might as well stay in bed.
Give up the ghost. Throw in the towel. Or
trash that bong.
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