Memory, in a Nutshell

By smname and bluesprinkles on February 14, 2004

Yesterday I found two nutshells in my pants. I took one and threw it out. Then I picked the other one up and smoked it through a pipe. It tasted so good.

I wanted to have another but I only had the one, so I went outside and picked four more up from a tree that was running down the street.

Years went by and I couldn't get that darned image out of my head because it ran so fast that I could just barely get a glimpse of it.

Today though, I found these nuts in the garbage. Nice.