My friend Jillian Rossi at Fagan Garage Door in Coventry, Rhode Island acts as a muse for me. It’s a business relationship, turned friendship and humor monger. Hey, if I can also help out Fagan Door it makes me happy.
She said some of her friends returned from Colorado, where they had the giant smoke out in Denver.
Think about it. At Woodstock in 1969, they had a smokeout, and it was illegal. Now, you could be potted and be legal about it.
She said her friends are botanists. Oh well they are just planting a seed.
I told her Colorado is a distant neighbor of Arizona. Heck of a drive from Tucson, though. Not like driving through Rhode Island. Smoke a joint and you will miss it.
All this gives new meaning to being a potted plant.
The English writer Thomas Carlyle said he and his wife had to be married to each other to prevent two other people from being miserable. Jillian agreed with me. The two of us would be a dangerous pair a la Thelma and Louise. Yo’, wait a minute? I look like a Thelma or Louise to you. (Susan Sarandon and Geena Davis are a lot better looking than I am, that’s for sure). I’ll stick to writing sarcasm.
Thank you Jillian, for bringing out my scary creative sarcastic (or as you call it, Mad Scientist) side!