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Because I Got High before/after Graduated to making toys of which to smoke. I have made the latest incarnation in the line of the "snow bong" concept designs, although this is almost like a personal, one man snow-hookah. Because, as we all know, "snow bong" is the whole reason for snow. (Snowbong makes winter bearable. Never speak ill of the snowbong.) Had to start making the toys. After that one last trooper of a dubee, there was not much left in that arena. He is one dead soldier, a veteran of no less than five assaults and various sorties by myself and others. Old soldiers never die, they just end up in my ashtray, from whence they get picked out, de-papered, and their insides crushed up to be rolled up into another joint, to be smoked again, in a very effective re-incarnation scheme that keeps me quite high.
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