Michael, got any bush rolled?

 


Michael,  got any bush rolled?


     Another Palm Desert experience with the unpredictable cousin Evan who was living without brakes at this point in time. Visitors (Glen and Kevin) had come to see Greg and Michael at the date orchard pad where Evan lived and the plan was to hang out, smoke out and have a barbecue dinner before heading back home. Evan was impossible to push in any direction and when he finally came home somewhat impaired we feared household chaos and we were right. We were ready to eat at 6 pm but Evan's first question was "Michael got any bush rolled?!" This meant a side road where dinner might never happen and that was only partially true. It was like Lord Buckley said "they were so hungry...they would eat a caterpillar sandwich like it was ham and eggs!" Evan was operating on his own clock which did not coincide with the now famished fellas and by the time BBQ  chicken, noodles alfredo and a few shredded lettuce leaves were placed on plates it was 10:30 pm. Evan covered his noodles with horseradish and no one seemed to care. 



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