I should have known that things were a bit screwy when I passed the couple rolling enormous joints. There they sat, a male and a female, on a bench, near the entrance to Freeway Park, rolling big, fat joints from a pile of marijuana about 8 inches high.
Have you ever had one of those days when things just seem off? You can’t put your finger on it, but something isn’t right. It feels like there is something in the air, or perhaps the drinking water has been spiked. Everything goes wrong, everyone you encounter seems angry, and the world
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