I met Dave!

I decided I would endanger my friends by standing on a street corner at night and talking to a yellow-shoe-wearing, wedding-band-holding, boom-box-carrying "homeless" man.

I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I think it was something along the lines of, "Don't be scared. He's a person too."

In a way, that is a very respectful thought. However, I ignored the fact that I would never see this man again if I just kept on walking. (But now it makes for a good story!)

So, we were walking back from the show (which I thoroughly enjoyed) and a rather tall, slim man walks up to us and explains that he has 60 cents and needs $3.60 to buy some food. (At one point I thought he said he wanted 2 dollar bills for 8 quarters, which was the reason I stuck around.) He tells my friend, Lisa (who he particularly liked ;-) ), that she shouldn't be scared because he is a Christian. (And yes, being a Christian means that you don't do anything wrong... psh) He points his fist at me for one of those fist-to-fist handshake-like things, so I give a nice fist to the fist. He hands me the 60 cents that he has collected for some reason (I proceeded to count it.) And then he goes on to tell us that his name is Dave and starts to say stuff about my other friends. He tells Lisa that she looks like a "bunny". (We have no recollection of what he actually said about the other two.) Now, I have no idea if he was having fantasies in his head about Playboy or what, but it was really weird. I then take out my wallet and give him 2 dollars. By this time, my other two friends had ditched Lisa and I and crossed the street.

That was one terribly odd experience. But it is now rather hilarious looking back on it.

(In the car we were all laughing our heads off because of what Dave said and how stupid I was.)

Mary Jane's at Work

So as I was walking to my car from work I could smell some marijuana from somewhere. I thought, "Oh, how delightful! Someone's smoking their Mary Jane right next to the pool entrance!"

The sad thing is this isn't the first time I've smelt marijuana on my way to the car. Another time I was walking to my car with my friend and her sister (who also work there) and my friend goes, "Justin! Stop smoking that stuff! It's bad for you!" (something like that).

I'm sure some of you wonder how I know what marijuana smells like...

Well, for starters, if you don't know what marijuana smells like, consider yourself lucky. It is always unpleasant to smell because you know someone is getting high somewhere.

I remember the first time I smelt marijuana and identified it as marijuana was on my way to the car back from a Major League Baseball game. I think I was about 10 or 11...

My dad... or maybe it was my mom... says, "I don't think they're smoking a cigarette up there."

And of course, me, the little naive 10 year old, says, "Oh, then what is it?"

"It's marijuana."

I began to get curious and asked, "How do you know?"

"Because there were people in my college dorm that used to smoke it and would tell me that I probably didn't want to be around. So I just stayed away from them."

Oh, this made since to me. My mom/dad would never do drugs. They were good people...

That would be the first time I smelt marijuana. And every now and then you get a not-so-nice whiff of it (especially where I live).

P.S. I took this picture at Target of a candy I had never seen before...