My father-in-law, who was a poet amongst other things, thoroughly adhered to the unsavory scrappiness of that life, although he liberally laced it with whiskey and marijuana as he wrote his poetic odes to excrement etc. He died addled but happy and was buried with a bag of marijuana lying beside him.
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Date: 2011-06-21 07:45 pm (UTC)