I am smoking hash in story mash, i scartch my head and scratch. to story and story i flash, i see no creation and craft, burning down the same old drag. chasind down the same old hag, carying around the same old bag. some are good and some ae bad some are happy and sad. some are long and some are short, To write or to read is that the question. love storys,scifi, parnoyaa,getting high,getting drunk,getting bye,cahsing grils and wondering why.why.why oh god.......