we used to get together on the hill at the end of the road - drive by police couldn’t see what was going on on the hill…usually drinking, smoking, talking and in general having a great time with friends - that was a good time 
I had just hit a bowl of team effort in the bong
and thought I’d have a slice of cinnamon toast, here hot and buttered.
As I was waiting for the bread to toast, I looked out our kitchen window watching the very active weather here today. The Indian paintbrush drew my eye when I decided to get all artsy. I call it Through a Filthy Kitchen Window. (You see the pine on the left has had some limbs pruned. I did that last year to increase sunlight, which is very limited, in the yard.)
I think I may be a little high. 
LMAO! I’m reading through it, and thinking Where’s he going with this
Then the final sentence tied it all in!
I’ll bet they require a damn small filet knife! 
Pop em like a sardine!
Agreed, lol.
“Just” an agate.
