There she sat and I couldn’t believe my eyes, the little old white haired grandma smoking a big doobie. What made me laugh was she was in a black and red polyester pant suit and using a cane. I had been kneeling down at the phone box when the aroma of Kush filled the air. I stood up and looked around and there she was fumbling with a cigarette pack.
She took a few puffs and went on her way. The service agent in Ohio couldn’t believe it when I told him what had experienced and we both laughed. I told him, “Hey it’s California. The last bastion of free thinking.” He must have been a Trump Trooper because he gave me a snippy answer and hung up quickly.
I wonder if the little old lady on that bench voted for the fascist demagogue now in power. I know without a doubt she voted yes on the legalization of marijuana this last November. I find it interesting already the billboards are popping up around town. I’m counting the hours to head back to New Jersey. This too will pass