Knowing High on a Cool Night

Well the window is open in acceptance of the cool night air and a particular rogue scent wafts in through; somebody in the neighborhood is smoking marijuana. 

Then I am grateful. 

For I needn't pull weeds to get me going—no—I get high, most high when I'm making music.

Cuvereyes Jeeraph

Niece About That Green Guy

Watching an educational cartoon with the kids. Niece points out, "See the mean green guy? That's the bad one!" Spotting that green dude, I see he has a rather surprising facial feature, to which I then ask my niece squarely, "Oh you mean the one with the Hitler mustache?"

"Yup."

— Sir Leonard L̶a̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ Lightning⚡ (@leonardlacking) September 5, 2018

Farther East Jeeraph

The Girl or The Guitar?

Between the girl or the guitar? Gimme the guitar. Why? You know why. The guitar is more reliable; she listens, she plays, she sings to my heart's content oh again and again. Girls, however, just leave when they're done with you, trash bag. 

So, um, hi.