Iâve always wanted an old-fashioned
typewriter like an Olivetti or a Remington. Thereâs a lot of nifty things about an antique typewriter, but for me thereâs something pleasing about hearing the clicks and the clacks under my fingertips. When I type on my desktop computer, thereâs just something missing, something that doesnât feel right.
So I was on cloud nine when my wife alerted me that the one Iâd found online would be arriving at the apartment. I was about to race home after work but Iâd forgotten I was all out of stoner fuel. I needed some bud to get me beatific and it had to be nearby because my fingers were impatiently waiting to type on the new machine. I was cruising down Fillmore Street and the closest source was Big Medicine Cannabissary.