Poem: We Were Somewhere Near Masterton

Yesterday, my son asked me how much a bag of weed should cost. And I laughed, as I did my best guess. He could not understand why I found it so funny. I tried to explain that of all the potential scenarios, I had just never imagined a chat w/ my 11yo, about the street-price of marijuana for the crime novel he is plotting. They grow up so fast. And, no m…