I remember the first time i smoked with my dad...and brother...and his fiance...killed three birds with one stone, lol. We were in the white mountains in new hampshire, it was a full moon and we were perched on the outset of a lake on the shoulder of mount washington. It was an unforgetable evening I will be sure not to forget. that is pretty much all of it, or atleast that is all of the jist of it. I wish i had a camera, but atleast i have my memories and those, my sir, can never be robbed from me.
ps. my brother proposed the next day on mt. garfield.

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peace, -mjm
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