excerpts from the miracle memoir…
“bart, with his phatty cords and multi-colored fabric stitched in to the sides, was one of those characters in my past that used outright rudeness to help illuminate my path to discovering the infinite spirit wisdom. one time after bart finished puffin’ down on a schwag blunt, he then proceeded to thank me ‘for bringin’ him down.’ his buzz from an earlier ‘dank nugget’ had willfully been deflated. years later, i would come to realize that i did in fact ‘harsh the vibe,’ but to my defense i did not know yet the heady world of discovery that was in store for me. as i sit here twiddling my peyote stitch ensconcing my most high white dreadlock, i look off at my devil sticks and proper snodgrass piece in the background and wonder, ‘how could i have ever been so deluded?’”