Walk Back

On the walk back from our friends' place we ran into this handsome devil. So very friendly. We petted him and loved him and tried to convince him to follow us home (that way it wouldn't be stealing...or if it was stealing it would be stealing of his (the cat's) own volition). But after about a quarter (probably less) of a block he got sidetracked by an attractive looking fence and forgot us entirely.

The boyfriend I continued to walk home when I stopped a little short at the smell of pot. It's a funny thing in a city to come across the smell. You look at all the apartment buildings around you and just wonder which one the smell is emanating from. The boyfriend also stopped and we turned in maybe two circles trying to find the source. We didn't try too hard and started to walk on when the boyfriend, in a low voice, said something about a guy in a truck. When I looked to the right what would I see but a guy in a big ol' red and white truck smoking a joint with his windows down. He said hello and seemed to have gotten a kick out of us. I apologized (for what I'm not exactly sure) and we continued walking.

It was funny.
And weird.
Maybe not worth the energy to tell that story but too late now.
Gotta go to class.