"What's a mitre joint?" I asked.
Therefore, walking into the joint, I actually felt sexy.
It is the finest pick-up joint I have seen.
Halfway through the joint, I could hear something clicking inside the walls.
By the time I stubbed out my last joint, I hated the stuff and feared I'd done myself irreparable harm.
"The minute you walked in the joint, I could see the payroll head for the ceiling," they sang.
A friend in Topanga Canyon, where I lived at the time, offered me a joint; I took two puffs and was transfixed by what happened then.
Possibly on me.After half a joint, I stopped and went outside, as I had arranged to meet a friend and wanted to remain coherent.
Sucking softly on the resin-damp joint, I felt an affinity for all of it, the whole big dumb American movie.
By the time I need a hearing aid or an artificial joint, I fully expect it to include one or more networked, general-purpose computers.
We can justify the new Turkish sound, as you refer to it, by the type of rock club/brewery/basement music joint I visited in December 2007.
