Two patients sitting at a bus stop on a snowy afternoon. The church bells ring out, as does one’s phone. No time to take any calls. This is merely a break. There’s still a mile to go before home. Enjoy the ring a bit before it is silenced. Still no time. Never enough time. The year is almost over. Just enough time to think.
“I love this song!”
“What song?”
“What if God smoked Cannabis…”
“That’s not how it goes!”
“That’s how the fun version goes! That is how it all should go! And if God was one of us He’d be smoking it, too! He made it, anyway…”
“True. Very true.”
“Damn! Now I wish I had some God’s Gift bud or concentrate…”
“Me, too… Me, too…”
“Whoa, that rhymed!”
“Yeah…”
“… … … My head is killing me…”
“Let’s go.”