neighbours are having a party. smells good, their steaks.
sitting in the livingroom.
smell of pot.
must be neighbours.
investigate by going out to the porch.
smell of loren bbqing overpowering pot before i get out there.
run into sliding doors on way out, bump on head.
make note to self not to ever smoke the stuff, if just one wiff makes me run into doors.
oh yeah, i run into things anyhow.
get my sorry clumsy ass outside.
loren grins and says - smells like *insert name of hometown here which, being in bc, is pot central* out here.
realize my nose is acting up and only if i turn my head the right way can i smell the smell i originally came to investigate.
even though it must reek, since the dudes are, like, 20 feet away smoking the stuff.
they have freaking kids over there at their party.
damn them.
use it, but don't make your little kids high from your smoke!
freaks.
but at least they're having fun!
right?
last i checked blue jays were beating oakland 2-0.
both solo home runs, i think.
yay for the hamburger i'm gonna eat!