The kid got into the cookie jar.
The problem is, these were pot
cookies.

We drove right into some family
drama. The mom was feeling bad
about the kid who was now high,
the dad was just being weird.
The kid was crying. I ask if they
had activated charcoal pills.
They didn't. I offered to buy
some as I would like to have some
anyway for the festival.

We went in town, it was a nice
drive. Got the medicine and came
back to the home. Told the kid he
should take some if it gets too
weird.

We were supposed to fill up a
U-Haul truck for the festival,
but due to the commotion there
was nothing organized. We left
for dinner, went to the fancier
restaurant on the beach strip.

We had a good time, walked on the
beach later. Listened to a street
musician for a moment.

"You guys are in a band?"

He asked. Made us think we should
probably start a band. We came
back home, drank a bit more, did
a bit more tattooing.

It was a simple day, well rested.
One day to the festival.