I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

We all quit smoking around here years ago. That is why this collector item tin is such a treasure. Mother says that local shops can no longer carry certain vapes. “That’s like a breath spray”, I told her. When she crept and snuck right down the steps into the cellar here, I had to tell her what “legal-weed” was. Two weeks later in huge lettering the local paper read “LEGAL WEED”? What really is it. Yah, play dumb even further dearest Mother. (Or Lady, like I used to call her back in ’64.) So no, if she reads that local shops have been raided for their “contraband” what will I use as an excuse after even .9, or .8 has been removed from every shelf. “It’s your lungs”, Mother claims, as far as any of her concerns relate. It being cloudy, even though my vintage (’88?) baseball hat, and a fully leaved tree saved me the last time, I think that I’ll kick back and imagine sporting events, that I am actually really into today. Please tell the younger folks about my 13th Birthday being on a Friday, and how my life has been like hell, more often than not, since I started smoking back in’74. In my book, I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star, you will note that at least every other year or so, I take a nose-dive. Yet please, let us rejoice in the light of day. The Dead Of Night, is the better song by U.K. The bass playing vocalist finally had a few international hits with his new band Asia. Those two would be “Heat Of The Moment” and “Soul Survivor”.