This morning I stopped at Dollar General to buy some underwear. It's been about 15 years since I last purchased same. As a person ages past a certain point it matters less and less if I've got my drawers on. Sometimes I can't remember. And other people understand. They expect that I might be going "commando" at any time or place. The reason that I decided to purchase some Hanes is that I've gotten tired of sitting around naked. Alright that's not true but others are tired of me sitting around naked and so I figure wtf a little compassion for others probably won't kill me (Jesus couldn't say that). So I go to Dollar General, knowing that my new underwear will already be broke in and a little threadbare (my preference) at the Generals. I went to pay for my shit and had an enlightenment that I shared with the cashier and the others in line. I said "when Kentucky Legalizes POT, Dollar General will be the first place to sell it. Or so I hope. Everybody laughed out loud but I wasn't joking.