As I’m writing this I just got finished partaking of some Dr. Who, a grimy Indica strain I received right to my front door courtesy of the delivery service Eaze . And yes I write high, don’t you? Well initially I do. Re-writes are a much stricter affair.
You remember when it was summertime and you were a kid and you were sitting in the backseat of the car with your parents at the wheel, or when you got picked up by that one old guy in his beat up Chevy that one afternoon in 1986 and he kept asking you all those weird questions like if you’d ever kissed a girl and what your short size was and he wanted to invite you to his house later to eat strawberry ice cream and watch Tom & Jerry cartoons?
That never happened to you? Nevermind then. Think about when you were in the backseat of the car with your Dad at the wheel instead. It’s summertime. Your Dad is happy and smiling. Your mom is laughing. The window is rolled down and your’re whizzing along the highway. The wind is whistling in your face, making it cool to the touch.The honey warm sun is beaming in your eyes. You are going someplace nice, your Dad turns around in his car seat and promises you this before you all leave home. And when you get where you’re going it’s everything you wished for, and you love your Dad for this, more than you thought possible.
Okay now imagine Dr. Who is your Daddy.
Best Song to Listen to While Indulging: Grouch and Eligh: Say G&E!
Best TV Show to Watch After Indulging: Different Strokes
My name is Petey Wheatstraw, also known as Charles Stevens. I’m an avid marijuana smoker, writer, devoted father and non-profit minion– not necessarily in that order. A Chicago native I’ve lived off and on in the Bay Area since 1996. Seven years ago I finally settled here to capture the changing face of our communities.