If, in a a pinch, you find yourself snowed in without either a snow shovel or the on-hand scratch to pay the two thirteen-year-old neighbor kids to do the heavy lifting for you (aside to “Billy” and “Zach”: if you’re going to start a business in today’s market, you really need to accept major credit cards), a conspiratorial look followed by the whispered offer of a stick of vanilla incense, 5 rolling papers, and a little baggy filled with oregano (be sure to call it “shit”) ought to get the little rubes digging like they were on the cusp of finding buried treasure—especially if you insist that “this here bag of Chronic is so fine it’s guaranteed<\/i> to make your little punk balls drop.”\n<\/p>\n
\nThen, let them <\/i>explain to their parents why they smell like they’ve just rolled around in a pan of pizza. Because the way I see it, I’ve taught them a valuable life lesson. And shoveling a sidewalk, a driveway, a back patio, and de-icing four sets of windows is really a small price to pay for that kind of real-world wisdom.\n<\/p>\n
\nIn fact, when you stop to think about it, I’m practically a hero<\/i>. FOR THE CHILDREN!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If, in a a pinch, you find yourself snowed in without either a snow shovel or the on-hand scratch to pay the two thirteen-year-old neighbor kids to do the heavy lifting for you (aside to “Billy” and “Zach”: if you’re going to start a business in today’s market, you really need to accept major credit cards), a conspiratorial look followed by the whispered offer of a stick of vanilla incense,<\/p>\n