Your dad got stoned before you did and he’s still got the sticky fingers prove it. Elevating himself to a higher plane of existence, he was the Albert Einstein of inventing new ways to smoke his sweet cheeba. He puffed produce paraphernalia, toked tin cans, and ripped rolling papers. From Maui Wowie to Blueberry Kush, he’s gotten lung-lit off every strain of stoned there is. And, with a glassy eyed bloodshot stare, he straight face convinced his parents it was only incense in the air.
So hipsters, when you’re THC-soaking your lungs today and coughing fire-breath because your dispensary “medicine” is “potent as shit”, remember this…
Your dad was the man who invented 420 and you should be thanking him with every puff.
P.S. He was Puff the Magic Dragon.
I had this is a poem from the Sixth Dalai Lama added to my Om Mani Padme Hum tattoo after I suffered a great loss in my life, the poem reads:
In the short walk of this life
we had our share of joy
let us hope to meet again
in the youth of our next life
This poem means alot to me as I believe I have a deep karamatic connection to certain people that I share life after life with, it is a reminder that I will see them again, just not in this life, and hopefully we will meet in our youth so we may share many years together.
It was done by the amazing Silas Baker at Rock Steady Tattoo in Hampton VA
Jack Gantos: Rotten Ralph
Reader Submission: Title and Redesign by Michelle Bard.