THE TIME WE GOT STONED WITH MY UNCLE ON EASTER
he thought he saw a huge firefly but it was a moth flying under a light.
we loosely plotted out a horror/comedy screenplay about giant fireflies that don’t even fit in buckets.
something about chemical reactions.
something about the government.
as we headed back in from the porch he said “man, i really wish i had my laptop here—i have so many pictures of ducks.”
