Sunday, April 17, 2016

Not being a druggy or belonging to that fringe group of die-hard life drop-outs, I’m somewhat bemused at the mental gymnastics used to justify their positions on things.

I must admit that I listen, however much I dis-agree with their conclusions.

Less than a month after closing due to changes in the city’s drug paraphernalia enforcement, 42 Below is reopening Friday at 11 a.m.

Jeremiah Wilson says he’s reopening his smoke shop, which is on East Douglas just east of Washington, “to pay the bills and to fulfill the lease and to take care of the business. We have to sell something. We have to be a business.”

Previously, the store specialized in locally made hand-blown glass pipes, and Wilson says he wants to be allowed to sell them once again.

Read more here:

Jeremiah says that some of his locally produced pipes sold for as much as two thousand dollars:


Which might be inspired by a substance induced delirium, but beating, perhaps, Ravens quoting Never More.

By a slim margin.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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