Saturday afternoon Sativa Therapy:

[komrade komura]

We came from places near and far, my tribe from North Florida. Momma and Daddy packed up me and my sister and all our stuff into the SUV and the big trailer I helped Daddy fasten behind it. They say that 25 new families arrive every week from as far away as New Yours and Yourami.


We left at about 10 o’clock that night. The excitement was more than I could imagine and my eyes shone like the news lady. Daddy kept singing ‘movement of da people’ and playing the songs of da prophet, Bob.


Our first stop was the big truckstop near the junction of 1-10 and I-75. We were gonna meet some of the other families going with us. 17 families all told.


Last night I heard momma and daddy talking about the news of another missing family. No one was sure if it were the road reapers or the popo 5-0. Guess it don’t matter who got ya, once ya gotten. Wiki their poor souls.



Don’t worry, said daddy, we are traveling in a group which was much safer, and we are in one of the armed cars. As safe as it gets. Mama wasn’t so sure. She don’t like guns. I love guns. Loud, noisy and very, very, super, duper, hairy,scary dangerous. Yes, I love guns,


Daddy was more worried about the minivan carrying the gintentics and fenoams. They would supply the money for new beginnings. 10 generations deep my daddys says proudly…and he is the father of the best damned plants in the whole state of florida, to hear him tell it. But I have secretly calculated that it actually makes him the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather of a plant they call ‘tha event whorisun’. I don’t understand it, when confronted he confirmed both as fact.


Dad is the source of all my knowledge. If he can’t answer my question he goes and asks god and then tells me the answer. Yikes…god….better say another prayer…just in case.


Dear Wiki peed ya….please look over me and my family during our trip to a new beginning. May your information always increase. In the name of your son, Wiki leafs, Amen.

 

[komrade komura]

Part II

Part II

We arrived at the truck stop around midnight. I could see the lights from nearly half a mile away. Daddy pulled into the back side where there were acres and acres of big trucks parked, some with little orange lights shining on their cabs.

A pretty young girl in shorts and a white blouse tied in a knot above her tummy moved from truck to truck checking those with the lights on. She left the first two after a brief conversation with the driver. She climbed into the third one. I watched this from the side window as dad moved the SUV and trailer over and over again. Dad is very detailed and he likes things perfect.

Uncle 3 pulled beside us and rolled down his window: How you doing?
Dad: Doing well. We just started. Destiny ahead brother
Uncle 3: Bring it on!
Dad: Let's hope we won't be able to recognize ourselves in a few years.
Unclde 3: Fuck yeah to that!
Dad: Mind if I check the plants?
Uncle 3: No, not at all. Hop in, I will drive to the back behind all the trucks.
Dad leaned over and kissed Mom. He spoke softly into her ear so I couldn't hear. He patted the centre console. He was reminding her of the gun, that was just too easy for me to figure out. He needs to try harder next time.

Dad got out of the truck and into the mini van containing the plants. They drove down the row of trucks, turned right and were gone from sight.

Mom: Keep your eyes peeled for the Popo 5-0. They like places like this to kidnap people and put them in cages
Me: Yes ma'am. They won't get us as long as I have my super hero ring on. (I held up my left hand with a big plastic blue gem stone in it)
Mom: Do you have the extra batteries for your heading aide?
Me: Yes ma'am. In my survival kit box.
Mom: Good. I have found a new audiologist out in Colorado
Me: I like the one I have now. Why can't she come with us?
Mom: She is a married woman. She just can't pick up and leave her husband
Me: She could bring him too
Mom: Its not that easy
Me: It should be
Mom: Yes it should
I liked my Audiologist, Mrs. Manis. She is pretty and has very large breasts. I may only be 7 years old, but I definitely like women with large breasts. My wife will have huge breasts.

Dad and Uncle 3 returned. Dad was happy with the shape of the plants. The mothers and clones are all healthy and green. He found a fracture in one of the seed jars. The Haze Hurricane jar had a slight crack in it. Uncle 3 had helped him move the seeds into a new jar and brace the jar with blankets. Uncle 3 says there are over 1,000 seeds of the Haze Hurricane for his new beginning. I like Uncle 3. He is funny. His plants are very popular and people always want him to grow more of them. But he won't grow more than 24 plants because of the Popo. More than that and he will have to go away again.