“SMOKEY!” May 15, 2008

I swear, if I close my eyes, I’m back in my dorm room in Rhoads, at my computer, chatting with J-Dawg…and getting a contact high from Ray & Devon next door. All the radiators on our walls were connected from room to room, so if they got high, we got high.

Good times.

I mention this because as I sit here, all I can smell is weed. So strongly, in fact, I’m contemplating raiding the freezer for some chocolate truffles. I guarantee it’s wafting in through our upstairs bedroom windows, which are wide open. Baby Boy will sleep good tonight, as will Beth, whose window is also open. We’ll all be stoned out of our minds by the time morning rolls around.

Ah, I love Hayward. Not really. But you can imagine.