I took a joint to enjoy the sunset with me and this was my view. One of the local baseball diamonds, close to where a cougar was seen.
It’s gotta be one of the prettiest on the planet.
Before this joint, a few days ago, I found a roach sitting on top of a garbage can outside the back entrance of the hotel, and I took it. It was sitting on top of the can. But I feel the stigma. I’m on par with George Constanza, who swore the eclairs was sitting on top of the garbage pile.
Turns out potheads in BC aren’t hard to find. Go figure. I love when stereotypes prove true.