Delightful picture. One presumes you were doing a kind of paste up in a newsroom, unless you were a "huffer" in the Kerouac school of kicks. Though you have been doing life long research on hedonistic pleasures haven't you?
I built hundreds of model cars and airplanes when I was a boy...I loved to chew the little globs of airplane glue that had hardened on my desk. On occasion I put a little fresh drop on my tongue, loved the burn...I was born a lunatic (as my Mom told me many times) I often wonder if my little habit ginned up my behavior, turned up my volume to, I don't know, maybe 11?
Rubber Cement. What no recreational drugs?
ReplyDeleteDelightful picture.
ReplyDeleteOne presumes you were doing a kind of paste up in a newsroom, unless you were a "huffer" in the Kerouac school of kicks. Though you have been doing life long research on hedonistic pleasures haven't you?
I built hundreds of model cars and airplanes when I was a boy...I loved to chew the little globs of airplane glue that had hardened on my desk. On occasion I put a little fresh drop on my tongue, loved the burn...I was born a lunatic (as my Mom told me many times) I often wonder if my little habit ginned up my behavior, turned up my volume to, I don't know, maybe 11?
ReplyDeleteI was a white paste kid myself.
ReplyDeleteWere there no banana peels around to smoke?
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful picture!
ReplyDeleteOurs glue had an almond scent...
Oh. Rubber cement. I thought that was Vitameatavegamin until I scrolled down.
ReplyDeleteHahaha!
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