The Story of the Weed

Those expansion cards, the chips that were part of them with their tiny bits of metal soldered onto a green board were just a total mystery to me. They look like someone from shop class with teeny tiny hands had gotten stoned and made amaze. The reason I was never able to imagine any of this is because those kids in shop class would never share their weed. Writing is hard, who's got that kind of time? When you're already busy trying to feed your old stein, so it turns on a mic,. maybe twiddles are not, calls a journalist friend who's got an actual job. Auditory, single story just listen to smart people speak. Conversation,