Creetus

Cheech and Chong

It was like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie. Creetus and his brother had just finished sharing a joint in the living room. She was busy caring for her babies. Her son was just a newborn, less than a month old. Her daughter, with the big blue eyes and the wispy blond hair… Continue reading Cheech and Chong

She was at a low point in self-esteem. She felt unworthy of anything good happening to her. One night, as she wandered around the streets of a small ocean side town lost, she ran into him quite by accident. He was riding his bike home and took the time to stop, be nice, and direct… Continue reading Creetus

The Tent

He sits in his tent ripped to the gills. He’s smoked two joints so far. He pretends to be studying astrology. He looks at the chart he has drawn up and begins reading passages out of the Astrologer’s Bible. “Hmmm, Leo ascending…” he takes another toke, places a licorice drop in his mouth, takes a… Continue reading The Tent

Home Bound

To say that they were addicted to marijuana was incorrect. They could quit anytime they wanted to with no ill effects. They just didn’t want to quit. They loved that weed. That green stinkin’ weed! It dulled the pain of war and politics. It made food taste better. It made sex feel better. It made… Continue reading Home Bound

The SOB

So, the SOB runs out of money and concocts this idea with one of his friends to call Mrs SOB. “Hello, Is this Mrs. SOB.?” “Yes, this is she.” Mrs SOB. was a reasonably educated woman who worked as a bookkeeper with three kids to support and a drunken, gambler, ne’er-do-well, unemployable husband. She had… Continue reading The SOB