Mary Jane

I'm not an excellent sleeper. I wake up somewhat easily, for really unnecessary reasons: a dog barking, too hot, too cold, might need to pee (might not, but have to wake up to think about it), Molly farts, you know...lots of reasons to hate tomorrow.

Last night, I was sharply awaken by the smell of marijuana. Now, I'm not talking about the faint scent you get driving thru parts of Denver. I mean, there may as well have been someone blowing it in my face. I thought I was dreaming, so I got up. It filled the house like it was being pumped in via fog machine. Nice.
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