Friday, October 01, 2004

Dateline:
Rocking Java Coffee Shop
1821 Haight Street
San Francisco



A waft of strong weed drifts to where I am.

Dreads wearing dude wandering in the general direction. No one else is anywhere near him. I look at him, he looks at me, i say nothing.

After a minute, the manager walks up and asks him:

"DUDE! Did you just light up some weed in here??"
"No man, wasnt me. I smelled it too. I smelled it from the bathroom when someone walks out. I smelled it and said 'thats some nice air freshener'."
"It was pretty strong man."
"Yeah, it sure was."


I looked at him again, smiled,. shook my head and went back to tip-tapping.

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