Well, it is 3 April 2008 and I am sitting here at my keyboard properly medicated, listening to the Doors when a remarkable thing took place. It wasn't an epiphany or anything. Some may ask, "Herb, whatcha been putting in that pipe?" Others may say, "There goes Herb again," or "He definitely has broken on through to the other side." Oh, by the way, my psychiatrist told me yesterday that my forgetfulness is being brought on by my cannabis. Why I brought that up, I don't know. Now, what was I talking about? Oh, yeah! The non-epiphany event! Any who, I am halfway through my third bowl when the banner at the top of the screen caught my eye. Or should say a beautiful lady caught my eye. She was smoking a joint and the smoke was slowly drifting up into the bud background of 420Magazine. I could smell it. Oh, how I love the smell of burning bud and she is giving me the eye; you know the look. I feel a little guilty, my wife has already left for work. But then, she . . . uh . . . the lady blows a smoke ring and it comes right off the screen. Then poof, the SensiSeed Bank banner is gone with my lady and I am now in the Vapor Store. I hate shopping, but who knows, I just might find that thing I can't live without.
