Long Weekend
I smoked pot all weekend, lazy, long weekend, lying on the couch days, reading newspapers. Eating home made bread with jam, or marmalade. Tea, coffee. One morning pancakes.
We left late in the afternoon, Sunday, as some of us still have to work for a living, “Couldn’t we for some kind of commune, and then we all could live there and grow pumpkins. We could grow huge ones and enter them in the local fare?”
“Where would the money come from?”
“We’d grow things and sell them?”
“When was the last time grew anything, let alone expected people to pay money for it when you’d finished growing it?”
“Never.”
We left late in the afternoon, Sunday, as some of us still have to work for a living, “Couldn’t we for some kind of commune, and then we all could live there and grow pumpkins. We could grow huge ones and enter them in the local fare?”
“Where would the money come from?”
“We’d grow things and sell them?”
“When was the last time grew anything, let alone expected people to pay money for it when you’d finished growing it?”
“Never.”
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