puff! the magic dragon's flown!
See, like I've never been to Hawaii, so it doesn't really exist for me, just my faith that people I know have really been there, seen it. And yet, California somehow too is slowly disappearing from remembrance of it's really having been there for those years when I was there, or so I thought. But now my humble abode is in Santa Fe, the City Different, the capital of this State. Perhaps New Mexico doesn't exist for you either.
So then, after so long a time of putting family, friends through fitful bouts of life struggling issues with death, I finally gave in about a year ago to the advice of well-meaning counsel and applied for disability based on bi-polar manic depression. And subsequently the Social Security Admin set me up for a psychiatric evaluation and approved my assistance.
But now in all these months I'm seriously wearied with all this bother of trying. So hard to come by, so inept have I always been at ever acquiring cannabis for myself that never in all my life have I ever had the opportunity of blissfully using unless it was point blank given to me on some rare occasion of chance by some compassionate soul . . . and more freely from those Californians as I recall.
So now, I wonder . . . I must have fallen asleep somewhere along this path and only dreamed that this cannabis stuff was really made medically legal, or was ever even obtainable, anywhere. Where? How? These are the mysterious questions for which I seek the simple answers. But then again, maybe the answers don't exist. For Brigadoon, like Puff the magic dragon, is no more.
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