Category : Stories

Sub Category : Comedy

Once lived a man his name they had claim to shout. Lived in a world where there was true Pease and harmony. The old man in the dirty village on the east streets of Maine . Where they disgust at the sound of his name. Until those hippies or stoners that's what the people called them. They say their curl and troubled. But in all they just smoke their weed and sang in harmony. One good day the old man shouted and sang my people have found me, they found me he claim. When an young man with a wondering mind said to him old man what's your name? The old man said in a joyful tune. The name is Samuel my man how do you do. Nice to meet you Mr. Samuel  my name's Paul I see you singing a joyful tune. Mind me asking what's the good news. Well see here Mr. Paul this old town ain't been up and running at all. After the hippies and young folk left there ain't  any excitement left.  See here Mr. Paul I was over there just a looking when I seen them coming they be here in no time. Once again if you don't mind me asking who's coming. Well Mr. Paul if you got to know my son. He's come home for good. But not just my boy, my  little girl too. They have brought some friends along to. See here Mr. Paul young folk is what made this town so alive. Umm Mr. Samuel i don't mind, why do you say stoners? Well Mr. Paul they smoke what old timers call grass or just plan ole weed. Well I've never tried it but I'd like to give it one. Well follow me my good man. As Mr. Samuel lights up the bowl. The smell surrounds Paul and he takes a smell. Mr.samual the small it's self just make it worth my while. Well my good man if that gets you here take a deep inhale. As Paul puts the bowl to his lips and inhale one good hit. His body starts to relax and his mind goes to claim. Well Mr Samuel from this day forward plz call me a stoner too. Lol