Driving on Woodside RD 3 pm a low slung car comes from behind, swerves into the lane beside me and slowly passes. The windows are down, music is on. I turn in time to see the passenger:
~ takin' a drag on a very small cig
~ suckin' the butt of a doobie
~ finishing off the mary jane
~now holding his breathe and wildly eyeing the Jack In the Box drive thru
Suddenly Aj yells, "Yuck, it smells like a skunk."
I don't correct him.