March 9, 2006

  • years ago, instead of busting a passed-out Army private discovered with a baggie-full of Panama Red in pocket, confiscated the stash instead.


     


    at the end of that 24-hour stint as charge-of-quarters, changed out of the sergeantly uniform, and got into running shirt and shorts with baggie in hand.


     


    headed hard-paced out of barracks, down nether roads and up a jungled hillside.


     


    heard the monkeys howl and spread the Red ( so many seeds, so many seeds) about, upon the tropical (Panama) lush jungle floorbed.


     


    wonder now: how tall the plants, how high the monkeys are?

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