I Smoked a Joint Behind a Church

 Taking an evening walk through the neighborhood, mainly for the sole reason to smoke a joint outside. I picked them up from a weed shop in Regina last weekend. One strain was Harlequin, and the other was Cannatonic.

I walked to a local catholic church parking lot, then went across a high schools back field. The giant plumes of smoke can't hide this. But since it's legal in Canada, not a huge deal anymore.

I close my eyes and remember the moment. I saw someone who had a striking resemblance to my late wife - from when she was in her late 20's. It is a mixture of recognition, confusion, attraction, guilt, and sadness.

A few more drags on the joint fixed that problem.

The sun is setting and the sky is glowing red. I crossed the parking lot and put the joint out into a wet chunk of mud. 

I went home and watched Harold and Kumar go to White Castle.