He was a prototypical San Lorenzo Valley resident, dressed somewhere between lumberjack and Deadhead. He wore dirty boots with Carhartt coveralls over a tie-dyed t-shirt, and home-sheared locks of sandy blond hair hung from the sides of a camouflage-print baseball cap that featured an orange Stihl logo.
Category: drugs
“Grout!” The Musical
It was from Mrs. Knibb, our middle-school health teacher, that my classmates and I first learned about drugs. We knew drugs existed beforehand, of course – we were harangued by various figures that we should say “no” to them from the time we were very young. Local cops brought puppets to our classroom to warn us, as did motivational speakers whose journeys through addiction, gang-related homicides, and prison revenge killings planted oddly specific lessons in our developing minds… (continued)
Surrealist Nonfiction 