Looking at the time, I can't believe the irony. Expecting a huge reaction, I announce, Hey everyone, it's 4:20! No one cares. No one looks up. On a pot farm, it's always 4:20.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
