Vaping outside the box…
He wandered from town to town bringing his stylish stash box with him. He would spread the gospel of marijuana for all to hear. He wore a green suit and stood seven feet high. Yet it was not high enough for the travelling stranger. So he stood on top of his birch box and vaped for all to see. He extolled the virtues of the oil he smoked and the plants he had growing back home. Where home was nobody really knew, least of all the travelling stranger.
He had been on the road, proselytizing so long and vaping so deep that home became a state of mind. A place he now carried inside his birch box along with his vape pen. After his sermons and demonstrations he would curl up somewhere on the outskirts of town. He slept under the stars and every now and then a stoned citizen would rustle him up and tell him about a straight laced hamlet down yonder who knew nothing of vaping or toking or rolling or puffing. The wandering stranger would exchange a knowing glance and just gather up his box and pen. Without saying a word he would trudge stoically towards his destiny of spreading the good vape.
The whispers on the wind after the stranger would pass rumored a name… “Dunlevie”.
