Rolling smokes


100 years ago my aunt had this cigarette rolling machine. I would roll cigarette's for her and my uncle. I was...8 or 9? Anyway, I would pull the tobacco from this can. Jam it into the machine. Slide a filtered paper cylinder on a protuberance. And, like an old school credit card lithographer, I would … Continue reading Rolling smokes

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The story of the smiling rock


There once was a little boy and he was good. He was happy and loved to smile. His smile made everyone else around him smile. Birds smiled. Trees smiled. Invisible cheese smiled. His smile lit up the world. Well, not the whole world. Gary the rock, he couldn't smile. You see, Gary was a rock, … Continue reading The story of the smiling rock