Re-discovering the jefferson airplane.

Two or three weeks ago, I rolled up a fat doobie in anticipation of friends dropping by. They never showed so I decided to save the doob' for my next 90 mile road trip to the city for a re-fill.

That was yesterday. And though for 20 years my preferred form of delivery has been the pipe, a nice simple trip puffing on a cigarette sounded like a nice change, a flashback to when a "fat doobie" was the only delivery system.

However, once I got down to the best part (you know, the roach!), I remembered one of the reasons I switched to pipes was eliminating the 'roach' and not having to hide a 'clip on your key chain. So, as I cruised down the highway I scanned the inside of my car for a pair of pliers or some kind of a clamp...anything mechanical to keep my fingertips from burning.

All I saw was an empty coffee cup, a screwdriver, some scrap paper and... a book of matches!!
Tore out a match, split it evenly down to the match head and...problem solved. From now on, I think I'll just stick with a pipe.


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