Yep, it is between 1 and 2 am on Monday morning and again my neighbor has snuck into the back stairwell to enjoy his doobie. I wonder if he even knows I'm one flight up in the window enjoying the view of our back garden space while blogging. Yikes! I think I'm getting a secondhand high. Tonight he just inhaled about three good lungfuls. Last weekend, he was really enjoying himself for a good relaxing 3 minutes. And this time he closed the back door; last week he left it ajar.
Now I'm not one to deprive a neighbor of some release but really, is this necessary? I worry about closet drinkers; should I worry about secret tokers who live on my floor? Well, at least he isn't like mostly-naked old man hiding the the darkness on our roof deck during the summer. Caught him in the act of self-gratification. And before you ask, "Was he good looking?" I should mention he was over 70 and died this past fall ..... eeeewwwwww!
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