Popped in out of nowhere, brought by some weed. Rambled on about “metacognition.” 
The years have been pretty good to him, except for the hair—his freak flag kinda flew. But he still had that fire in the belly, and by that I mean he probably hadn’t had a square meal in awhile.
I cooked up some fajitas and we traded tequila shots into the wee hours.
By way of thanks he left behind a ’toon; it’s anybody’s guess what he’s on about.
We’ve got to get back to the garden.
The years have been pretty good to him, except for the hair—his freak flag kinda flew. But he still had that fire in the belly, and by that I mean he probably hadn’t had a square meal in awhile.I cooked up some fajitas and we traded tequila shots into the wee hours.
By way of thanks he left behind a ’toon; it’s anybody’s guess what he’s on about.
We’ve got to get back to the garden.
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