Functioning Potheads, Unite!

I was coming home from a meeting today in my normal fashion, packing a bowl while leaving their parking lot with the one hitter in my mouth. I pull up to a stop light, furiously pack a bowl while looking to the left and right when i hear the truck next to me honk. I ignore it, shift into 2nd and then stop at the next stop light.

This time i’m right next to the truck, pipe in mouth, smoke pouring from sun roof when i hear the truck honk again. I start to wonder if i have a flat tire and i look up to make eye contact with the guy when i see he has a identical one hitter in his mouth.

We kinda toast one another, i shake my head and say to myself that that’s probably going on the site and go about my way.

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