i met a traveling kid looking for the diy [wormside] w/ traintracks above it. i'm like 'yeah, the c-c is above the spot' and i showed him. he wanted weed so i took him home and sold him $60 worth. i gave him street kid discount.
my mom was like 'who is this? from back in the day?'
she was nervous i didn't know him from a long time ago but he was dope. she cooked us fish and pasta and he ate some ranger cookies. laced him some socks but i forgot to give him some cigs i've had in the freezer for 2 yrs but we reminisced about the desert, the PNW and all points east.
prolly should've gave him a jar of honey too.
i miss the road and appreciating strangers and the novelty of not knowing where every day is gonna take me. maybe it's natural progression that now i'm the host?