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As one year closes and another one lingers on the horizon, now is a good time to sit back and think about everything that's happened in the year before. A local newspaper is running a seasonal section asking for your most memorable moment in Destiny City. This year, last year, fifty years ago--what was your more memorable? It doesn't seem like this is very competitive; they seem to be printing random suggestions. Maybe your contribution will get printed! If you feel like writing, at least. You can always sit around and reminisce--or just read some of what others are sharing.
Mehtab normally didn't write in to newspapers or to anything of importance. He preferred to keep to his own but when they started doing the whole 'hey come tell about your experience in the past year' he was like
's**t man they wanna know the truth well ******** ******** man s**t its ya boy Mehtab here with some ball bustin news for ya'
Mehtab was a great speaker you know. One of the best. If he also was not, shall one say, not high as a god damn kite in the middle of a summers day with 10 mph winds and a kid hella determined to fly that colorful piece of dollar store junk on the wind, (good luck younger Mehtab but it would not work).
Sitting down under what was an ungodly amount of blankets, the m,an worked away on what he thought was the most cool, edgy story about the year like a ******** chap. He even brought out the hot chocolate and scones because s**t fam, this writing business was serious stuff.
His blunt was left smoldering in the ashtray, herb filling the room with a distinct non holiday scent even if Mehtab would insist that it was in fact peppermint flavor you heathen uncultured vermin. He was a man of taste after all. (poor taste, but a taste none the less).
'Okay so let me sit you all down and write this b***h out cuz lord I got a ******** story my dudes its wild and you all will need to sit so when you jump out of your seat its gonna be good and I will get my medal of honor thing for being the best ******** writer of the year or movie director when fox films picks this s**t up i will even let them cast a white version of me in the film okay okay cool lets get this s**t started'
Mehtab was not a very good writer when stoned.
'So lets get down to the knitty gritty I'm like ******** part of space nasa program and can do some wild s**t that break laws but not ones you can ticket me for i checked the books on that s**t there ant no space police and if they were I wouldn't let them catch me but anyway so im part of space nasa right? Cool so i got this magic s**t and been running around saving junk and people and making pals and buddies and its been wild okay. The whole year is like a trip but not a bad one that you know you gotta go cool in the tub or hospital a trip like lay in bed and maybe see if your girl wants a quickie you know?'
Mehtab was rambling and part of him knew this, but didn't rightly care. He was on a good trip himself at the moment.
'I got a boost in my skills like some video game s**t and oh man its great i do the space like real good-'
An hour later, Mehtab would wake and wonder what the ******** made him think he could or should write anything while high.
