Almond Al's Joint

Almond Al sat on his porch, a joint in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. The sky was clear, and the stars were out, twinkling like tiny diamonds scattered across a black velvet canvas. But Al's eyes were fixed on one celestial body in particular, the Second Moon. It had been there for two years now, a constant reminder of the vast mysteries of the universe.

He took a long drag from his joint, the smoke curling up into the night air, mingling with the scent of almond blossoms. "Armenians in space," he mused aloud, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "I knew it."

The Second Moon was a mystery, a celestial enigma that had appeared in Earth's orbit in 2051. It was roughly a quarter the size of Earth's moon, encapsulated in a shell of plasma and potentially unknown exotic matter. Despite the best efforts of scientists around the world, the contents of the Second Moon remained a mystery.

Al chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "They're all trying to figure it out, scratching their heads and sending up their fancy probes. But I know the truth. It's the Nezerjians, coming to say hello."

He took another drag from his joint, his mind wandering through the cosmos. He thought about his ancestors, the ancient Armenians who had looked up at the same stars, the same moon. And now, a second moon, a testament to their cosmic journey.

"I bet they're up there, looking down at us," he said, his eyes twinkling with the reflection of the Second Moon. "I bet they're proud, seeing how far we've come."

The Second Moon had caused quite a stir on Earth. It had sparked a resurgence in religious fervor, a revitalization of capitalist economic principles, and a global call to action. Governments had rallied, moving past political differences to fund a cooperative worldwide initiative to explore the Second Moon.

Al couldn't help but laugh at the irony. "All it took was a second moon to get everyone to work together. Maybe the Nezerjians knew what they were doing after all."

He took a sip of his tea, his mind drifting to the almond grove. The trees were in full bloom, their sweet scent filling the air. Al felt a deep connection to these trees, a bond that stretched back generations. And now, that bond extended out into the cosmos, to the Nezerjians and the Second Moon.

"I was right," he said, a sense of affirmation washing over him. "My line extends out into the cosmos. We're all connected, from the almond trees to the Nezerjians. We're all part of this grand cosmic journey."

He took one last drag from his joint, the ember glowing brightly in the darkness. He looked up at the Second Moon, a symbol of the unknown, a testament to the mysteries of the universe.

"And what a journey it is," he said, a sense of awe in his voice. "What a beautiful, mysterious, wonderful journey."

With that, Al leaned back in his chair, a contented smile on his face. He closed his eyes, letting the scent of almond blossoms and the glow of the Second Moon wash over him. He was Almond Al, a man of the earth and the cosmos, a man on a journey through the stars. And he wouldn't have it any other way.