If you don't find beauty in the simple things, you can probably stop reading now. I'm from a small town in Nebraska, so there are a lot of places that haven't been touched since the 70's. Apartments mainly, or at least that's what I'm going to talk about. See, my girl Shay started smoking me up around November, and by April I was a full blown toker. Loved it. Our dealer was a sister to our friend, and the first time we pulled up I remember thinking "That porch is so small... it's just a little landing with concrete steps covered in green carpeting - how can they stand it?" Two joints a bowl later, the 6 of us were all standing outside on that porch. I remember thinking "Wow, there actually is room up here." All of us had our hair straightened (not for the occasion, it juts happened to be that way) and we all just looked like something straight out of the 70's. We looked over the town, smoked cigarettes, and talked about the simplicities of life. It made me understand how people could have lived such simple lives back then, and it really made me appreciate the little things. I promised to never forget that night, watching the sun set over the city and getting a little taste of the past... being unable to imagine my life if the herb hadn't graced it with her presence. But that's just me. I find it to be a very lyrical experience, each and every time.