When I think about America I think of kites on the wind; a sunny Southern California day with just the wisps of clouds on the horizon. I think of county fairs that actually have cattle , pigs, real live stock. I think of a baby Clydesdale all legs and tufts of fur on his wobbly legs, starring at …
I’d just like to say thank you pot heads for ruining my mountain. I would like to be able to enjoy the pristine mountain forests with out the worry that one day I will be out hiking and come across a fire arm guarded marijuana grow area. This rant is brought to you by yesterdays drug …