Well, I dropped in on my pal today to pick up a guitar of mine he’s been using lately and bought a dining table from him.

He’s a sweet, caring man with a strong musical gift who seems to have made it to the threshold of middle age without realizing how his appreciation of marijuana sets him up for extended bouts of depressive, smoky bouts of unemployment. I have no idea how to help him; it’s clear his depressive and sensitive nature pre-exists the pot but he really lurves the green and it does him, as far as I can see, no favors.

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