The funny weed is following me
Saturday, June 16th, 2007My kitchen reeks of pot. It’s freaking me out ‘cuz it’s not from me. And my neighbors don’t smoke pot and all the windows are closed anyway. The only thing I can think of is that yesterday I went to the post office and this guy walked in and he must have been eating, sleeping on, and bathing with pot for the past 20 years because he was a giant walking bong. It was coming off him in nearly visible waves. He wasn’t acting high, nor did he “look” high, at all at the time, but he was exuding pot like I’ve never smelled in my life. I would not be able to stand being around that all the time. I wonder if he has a girlfriend … I’ve got nothing against pot but I don’t want to have it on me or in me by any manner other than smoking it, if you know what I mean. Not that I smoke it anymore anyway. I think the last time was a few years ago, after not having any for probably 15 years, and it put me into a very bizarre state where I could hardly move or open my eyes, so that was the end of that.
Maybe something in my kitchen is triggering an olfactory hallucination.