High Thoughts

Point of the story I’m high.

[high-mind54]

Looking out my window and saw an old man with white hair and a white mustache walking his dog. He kept looking at his watch like he was running late for something.

My high ass automatically thought “All right Mr. White rabbit, you can’t fool me. You’re late for an important date huh.”

[high-mind54]

Everyone’s over here like “apple juice or orange juice?”

I’m over here like “grape juice please.”