Joint Love

I smoke a dozen a day, some days. Days when I write a lot, I smoke a lot. I sit in my fort, wrapped in a blanket with a space heater and my laptop, a hot cup of coffee and an ashtray full of roaches.
Every night I roll five or ten for the next day.
Some days I smoke them all and other days I don’t.
Most days I smoke five or six.

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