7:30am,
im awaken'd by the tickle of my Tattie (the lil lady) rubbing her fingers throught the once visible parts in my braids."Daddy it's time to get up" "Daddy!" as lay motionless as if still sleep... prepareing the right moment to grab her mini-legs from under my cover. Aghhh!!!!!! "I Got you" she interupts me w/ "mommy said clean this shit up it time for Work". !WtF!
Not What you were thinking right? Me either, But.. fuck-it. Yesterday I got my hands on something Amazing "Bitch i'm Amazin/ look what i'm blaze'n". Anyway its 7:35 7:40 i'm watin for Mama to take Tatt to school, i'm starting to Jones even though im slightly high from last night. I guess it's the thrill of take'n out a fresh "Bob" roll up the perfect filter and creating "the Most Beautifullest thing in this World" Besides JTB. I take the Dutch Master boxs in Both Hands and open it as if it contains gold, platinum, the Cure for cancer, anything thats in the "Movies" would use the shine'n light you know what i mean?? If its Dour you'd have to stash it twice meaning in something inside something else. This shit is Strong! Paper wrinkled, filter rolled, I grab out what apears to me to be about .6 or .7 from my 7g head-stash open my silver surfer flamed toped 3story grinder w/ keff catcher and go to work... Ahhh! relaxsation sets in as the chime of banging the steel pieces together to free imprisoned buds yet to fall through to the lower level.
Ok ive wasted enough time, sour in paper, filterd, and ready to tuck only one end though.. This vital to the cone effect. Once tucked tapp away... like Sammy Davis jr. at a Black&mild regulating convetion. lmao... Cone'D To PIFFECTION i grab the cheap flick and "Chic" "Chic'"chic" Aghh!! F-n Lighter i hate lite'n this shit off the Stove!!!
the Dou-Jones
by Jarad L. Boisseau
