To those who are there fortunate enough to find a piece to called their own.
Have you ever had a piece that meant the world to you? Something that you were proud to show off, similar to a child? (minus the whole breathing and being alive thing.) Well I did have such said piece, its name was jack the ripper. Its hard to see something that you loved so dearly become merely a pile of glass, just small remnants of its former being.
O, Jack was a fine young piece, Jack would stay with me for hours at a time. He got his name for his powerful smoke intake. All one had to do was pack a bowl and take a pull, with one strong breath he'd rip right through your lungs. In the night when no one else was around, there was alway Jack. Jack knew just the right things to do, like hold weed in him, then let me smoke it, perfect!
Over the past few weeks Jack had gotten rather dirty so I decided to clean him off in a nice hot tub. I sparked up my stove and began to heat the water with Jack swirling around inside. With little to no warning I heard a crack, then another, and another. Finally as if its soul had dispersed, Jack fell to pieces.
I would like to dedicate this moment of silence for all the lost piece souls that have departed from us over time.....................you will be missed.
Guess I should spend more than 15$ next time.
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