Driving down the HOV lane coming home in Atlanta and I see a beat up old chevy full of young folk. I notice they are passing something and smoke coming out' of the windows, like lots of smoke. A second later I smell the indistinguishable odor of cannabis. They keep steamin that car up the road and I wonder (hope) if I'm going to get a contact high.
I don't know! I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again!