In honor of an old blog, ‘Fifty Shades of Cheese’ and my friend, John Scott, who found me this song, here it is in its full, 1971 glory.Brewer & Shipley – Wikipedia Brewer & Shipleyīrewer & Shipley in concert, Boston, Massachusetts, 1971īrewer & Shipley are an American folk rock duo who peaked in popularity during the late 1960s and early 1970s.The group is comprised of singer-songwriters Mike Brewer (born on April 14, 1944) and Tom Shipley (born on April 14, 1944).(born on April 1, 1941).Heavily influenced by the music of their time, they were well-known for their sophisticated guitar work, vocal harmonies, and socially aware songs that represented their concerns about the Vietnam War, as well as the battle for personal and political independence. Like, will this kill me? Will I want it to? The good news is, once or twice a month, I will have a very good sleep. Perhaps I’ll ask myself some questions before I embark on the next big thing. I can be impulsive, and my dear departed husband is no longer the voice of reason in my life. The bigger lesson of the whole thing? Always check my cockamamy schemes with others first. I am a tiny sliver cut carefully off the end, person. I am not a half-caramel-marijuana-filled-candy kind of person. I woke the next morning still completely stoned. It took a few hours for that part to wear off and for me to settle into a restless sleep. “Oh sweet Jesus, I’m having a really bad trip!” I wanted to call one of my sisters for help, butī) didn’t want to wake anyone up (forgetting that it was only ten PM.) “Not the zombies from the Walking Dead!” I cried. And then shadowy shapes started approaching my bed. I was laughing wildly at something that probably wasn’t funny at all, when suddenly, the room seemed to close in on me and I started feeling like I couldn’t breath. I was full of deep thoughts that took place in very slow motion. “This pot lid is the Dalai lama of all pot lids,” I remember whispering to myself. It took me a while because I was drying a few dishes and their importance had magnified to such an extent that I was in raptures. By ten o’clock, I could barely climb into bed. My balance was that of someone who’d had about five straight shots of tequila. By nine o’clock I was staggering slightly as I walked around the house. Apparently, edibles need to be devoured two hours before you actually need them. I went home prepared for the night ahead, cut the sucker in two and ate it by 8 pm. What about this delicious caramel made with all natural ingredients? But remember to only use half.” “Sleep candy.” He looked deeply into my eyes like he was gazing into my soul. “You need something that will cheer you up before bed. He had everything you could imagine possible in the world of marijuana related items. But marijuana that’s approved by Health Canada seemed like just the ticket. They have a way of backfiring in ways I won’t get into now. I don’t like sleeping pills or even night time antihistamines. I’d been waking in the middle of the night with a bit of anxiety, sitting bolt upright with my heart pounding after some crazy dream or other. I sent it back and I’m happy to say I got a full refund. But indeed, the machine was meant for a spa, or for those experienced at keeping people alive when applying electrical jolts. When I ordered it, the company had said the machine was made for professional use. ‘Make sure the client holds the stabilizing rod firmly in hand or has tucked it securely beneath her thigh, to avoid electrocution.” It was when I started reading the instructions that I realized I’d made a mistake. Excitedly, I took the pieces out of the box, impressed by the smallness of the machine and the multitude of parts. I’d paid quite a bit for it, but figured that once I was done, I could lend it to my friends. I pictured myself lying on the sofa with a large strip of something electrical taped to my leg, while the machine forever removed the need for a razor or chemicals. It begins with an idea I got one day, to order an electrolysis machine that would take care of all my hair related needs. But the principle is still there, I promise. There was no toke involved in this story.
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