Friday, July 11, 2008
Two stops after mine, a younger guy walks on the bus. Instantly I'm overcome with the familiar odor of an illegal substance. POWERFULLY potent, this guy is. So much so, I have no doubt he's packing in one of his coat pockets. He happens to sit across from another young guy, who stares at him for a sec before letting out a low, stoner laugh. Then, with a big grin, laugher reaches inside his coat and half pulls out a glass pipe to show the guy he is in good company, and as if to ask: Wanna share?
Posted by Missy at 4:21 PM