Hill kid

I am a hill kid, i was born in 1979 in Humboldt county when they/the hippies were still dancing naked. I am sure. I have the title for three books in mind but will see. Is the universe fucking with you or is it just me?.. thats the one I am working on. I remember rolling in hills of tall grass and growing pot. Well I remember riding bags of manure down the hill to the patch of super loved ganja. I also remember smoking a joint before I could talk but my oldest bro would say it didn't happen. But I guess in my imagination there we sit in a circle in grass so high you can't see us, he's in his jean jacket and pulls out a joint. A real sidewinder as I will later refer to it as it was.  Jennifer and Rick are coughing their heads off and I am realizing this is good. This is what we are growing. And my love starts there in a field with my siblings. Before time meant anything. We were the moment for the moment. The four of us.

Coffee in the morning

Its pretty hard to listen to myself and not be objective in hindsight. Its hard right now to see this composed into a life story, but it's mine. I am positive now but it took a life of struggle to appreciate a cup of hot coffee in the morning. I do now, I appreciate this life, and coffee in the morning. Moment to moment that's all it is, it's temporary like everything else in life. Even life itself, such a bitch factor that we all die. No matter how good or kind. We all live some weird beautiful, weirdo similiar, so similar it's creepy but total weirdness existance. I am a hill kid. Who are you and where are you from?