It doesn’t take a true hard-core baller to appreciate the majesty of Michael Jordan. It does not take a shaven-leg biker, nay Cyclist, to appreciate the dominance of Lance Armstrong. It does not take a Monday Morning Quaterback to understand the wickedness of Payton Manning on Sunday night. Nor does it take a wake-and-baking beercan-bong-making stoner to appreciate a song like “Sweet Leaf.” Especially when the non-beercan-bong-making ex-stoner is on a treadmill trying to finish his last mile in under seven minutes.
The wheres and why-fors of that are not the issue so much as the fact that a good beat and a driving guitar is a good beat and a driving guitar whether the song is by the Faces or by Black Sabbath (as rendered by Galactic. The Venn diagram for those two intersects where? Right: pot.) Who cares if I have not been stoned since the first Bush administration? I can still appreciate that another’s passion for Cannabis Sativa delivers a song to me which emboldens my own passions.
Like a passion for sativa, but in my case Lactuca Sativa. More specifically, Lactuca Sativa “Red Sails.” Your dude with a half-acre out in Sandy Mush has nothing on my Square Foot Garden. We have sprinkled basil and oregano from the SFG on our pizza before. Hell, we even got a few puny tomatoes last year. It wasn’t a great year for tomatoes. Tonight, however, our dinner salad was radishes and red leaf lettuce from our own garden. We’ve already got access to pretty good produce, so I can’t say that the flavor blew me away. The fact that I cut it at 6:00 and we were eating it at 6:45 was pretty damn cool though. I love you Sweet Leaf, though you can’t hear.
in place of the picture, i see tiny red x….
Ok, the leaf is back.