There was a man...

"We didn't win World War II, the Nazi's moved to Washington," as he passed the joint he spoke these words.

We were sitting in my cousin's vintage Minibus. It was 30 years old with only the slightest trace of rust. A vehicle that was older than either of us. At this point my cousin had already gone on his weeklong fast, during which he got an incredible amount of shit done; including building a folding bed in the back of the van, which at this time was folded and stowed.

As the sun with curious Californian intensity reflects off my cousin's windshield, I inhale.

"Yeah man… that explains a lot." I reply as smoke forms a cloud around my head.

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