Hey Doc

Some days inner weather obscures the creative sun. Directionless, I stumble around, sometimes to discovery, but mostly down dead ends into trash bags. Wet trash stinks like rotten cabbage.

Other days the creative sun burns so brightly that it illuminates everything. Words race. I laugh because the path is so clear, almost too clear, and why didn't I see that before? A spill is a waterfall. Nature is a wonder.

Does this require medication? I don't think so, Doc, because there's balance. The median day is a happy mix, you know, partly cloudy or partly sunny. Happimix? Yeah, I would support that as a word, but not as a drug brand name. Who do you work for anyway?

You know what, Doc? I will consider your opinion. You are a medical professional, Doc, but I am weather.
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Problem/Solution/Com- plication

Problem: Pot smokers knock over your trash cans in search of food.

Solution: Introduce raccoons, a competing species, to diminish the food supply and to induce the fear of rabies.

Complication: The pot smokers don masks and hand-feed the raccoons, and they become friends. The pot smokers name the lead raccoon "Zorro," and Zorro has always wanted a human name and to be fed by hand.