Rock Accountant

My Generation?

I have seen the best stoners of my generation weeping as they forget where they stashed their dope due to the sudden onset of Alzheimer’s. by Regis Boff

Innocent Cruelty

I would chase ants on my hands and knees, burning them with a large magnifying glass angled perfectly to the summer sun’s rays.
There is a cruelty in children that blends agreeably with innocence.


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