Weed-O-Rama

This is a special little note to everyone who has ever felt the need to smoke weed in public: DON'T

I had to make a beer run for the guys at work last Friday. Every Friday, come 5 pm everyone wants to crack open a cold one, whether the work day has ended or not. We are good customers of this particular LQ (thats how we refer to liquor stores at Niles Towers) and they know that every Friday afternoon one of us will show up.

As I'm walking into the store I note that there is a young man leisurely perched against the building, paper bag in hand. For some unknown reason he reminded me immensely of CT. I get our beer and pay and commence to leave. It's getting a wee bit cold here in New Jersey and it was windy today so as soon as I stepped over the store's threshold I smelled it: the unmistakeable scent of cannibis sativa.

I've never been a weed smoker. That sort of thing never held any interest for me, but I very briefly lived in a dorm when I was a college and once you smell it you'll never forget it. I braced myself for a contact high (I may be exaggerating the tiniest bit), but I wasn't sure just where the weed was coming from.

And then I spotted him; the CT look alike, sitting his car. Brown paperbag in one hand and glass pipe in the other. Coincidentally, this sounds alot like something CT would have done prior to getting bogged down with a wife, child and mortgage.

And the thing is this has been happening to me alot lately. I smell weed in the oddest places. Am I imagining this or are people become more brazen with their drug use? And before you even suggest it, it's not a reflection of the neighborhood I'm in.

Regarding Christmas: Mr. Little Man is, in fact, getting a Wii. His occupational therapist thinks it will help his motor skills as long as he doesn't play more than 30 minutes a day. I am in no way ashamed to tell you that I added Guitar Hero to his Amazon wish list. Together we will rock out to the dulcet tones of Heart's "Barracuda". I also briefly toyed with the idea of adding Dance Dance Revolution, but we'd never leave the house if we owned that.
What I am listening to: The Quiet Storm on the radio. Right now they are playing Luther Vandross, Anyone Who Had A Heart. Sample lyrics: Anyone who ever loved could look at me / And know that I love you / Anyone who ever dreamed could look at me /And know I dream of you. Burt Bacharach wrote this song, which I didn't know before tonight. He also wrote "A House Is Not A Home". I bow before the master of the love song.