We in Middle Earth believe it is an auspicious time to get things settled in the community.
Vernon and myself disagree: he feels reefer should be smoked any old way; I, on the other hand, not totally, though, feel it's okay, but prefer a pipe to a joint.
He said I'm full of sh#t and called me an old turd.
Well, anything but old. He's older than I, for gosh sakes.
But being called a turd is, as we've all seen, pretty felonious, if not plain bad form.
This is serious sh#t. I'm a gentleman and this was the other night and I challenged him to a duel on this night.
He accepted and invited me up for coffee that night beforehand.
We are nothing if not genteel.
Here is how we did it atop the Tioga Midtown Mountain at sunset.
[Now, friends of the Drivel, that is "drivel."]
don't turn out yer light"--Hunter Hocking's words to us as the contest was imminent
We are having a rematch on the solstice.