Thrown out on the street with nothing to eat,
I was neglected, abused and most likely beat.
Apprehended by animal control late in the night,
I was far too sickly to put up a fight.
The officer said I was wet, timid and smelled,
She took me to the kennel and had me celled.My test was positive for worms of the heart,
I‘d have to be treated to get a new start.
Without this treatment I was sure to die,
I hoped and wished they would give it a try!
J said I was worth it even though I looked funny,
It wasn’t about looks, pedigree or money.
He said “Treat this dog, I’ll take him home now,
I’ll figure out a way to keep him somehow.â€We spent all of our time side by side together,
What he did I did, two birds of a feather.
One day while we were blowing glass,
The idea came to produce in mass.
So we found a storefront just the right size,
Crossed all the T’s and dotted all the I’s.We painted the walls and swung the mop,
Determined to make it a cool as shit shop.
We put up the shelves in all the glass cases,
Then set them up in all the right places.
Filled them with pipes that were really nice,
And put it all out there at a damn good price.
Brought in work from local artists and more,
Now it was really starting to look like our store.
Added tye dyes, door beads, incense and candles,
Posters, jewelry even hemp sandals!We opened the doors the 3rd of September,
A day long awaited we will all remember!
We dubbed it Big Papa’s from the very first day,
The Joint’s inspiration…….
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