[trigger warning: drugs and drug use]

Our upstairs neighbor is really lovely, and gave us some weed,

and I left it on the windowsill, on top of the rolling paper he gave us.

And then I got high with our next door neighbors, and upstairs neighbors, so I left Mara to go do dishes, and whatnot, as I will make dinner, and they will do dishes, and that’s just how it works,

So I was out in the backyard, high as balls, just sitting there, while they cleaned. And then they put me to bed, still high as balls. When I woke up in the morning, I remembered the weed, and went to go put it away. When I got to the kitchen, it wasn’t there. So I called back to the bedroom, “Mara, where’s the weed?”

"What weed?"

"The weed the neighbor gave to us?"

"You smoked it?"

"No, I didn’t, I left it on the windowsill."

"What windowsill?"

"The one in the kitchen."


"On top of a rolling paper, in the kitchen!"


"Oh my god,"

"I thought it was kale!"

"You thought the weed was kale?!"

"I’m so sorry!"

"So you put it in the compost?"


"Oh my god. It was on top of a rolling paper!"

"Well, we’re moving, there are papers everywhere!"

"It’s a big dry ball. And it smells. And it was on a rolling paper!!!!!!!!"

So I go open the compost, and the weed had soaked up moisture from the rice in there,
and oh my god
the smell.
Good lord.