The Night Before Four Twenty
by Chuck Howe

It was April 19th
and all through the pad,
Was coughing as we finished
all the weed that we had,
Hippies passed out,
on my couch and my chair,
From lighting a roach,
the smell of burned facial hair,
Midnight passed and
soon it was late night,
When bearded man in a cardigan
entered my sight,
“Hey man, if you guys are
as stoned as I think,
I guess you won’t mind if
I pour myself a drink,”
He was quite blunt,
but was not very rude,
We knew right away,
that this was the Dude,
With vodka and milk,
a White Russian he made
He laughed when I asked
if I should be afraid
A big fat joint he handed me,
as he walked out the door
“Today is 420
for the whole Twenty-four!”