Mary Jane

While Elaine and I were displaced from our house, we stayed in the Verandas on Gaston.



While we were there we met a guy (who we'll call Jack for the sake of our story).
Jack was a cool guy. Manager of a store in North Park Mall and pretty friendly. He also had a cool dog that Harrison really got along with. We'll call the dog Spot.

One night we pass Jack on the stairs up to our place and he asks, "Are you guys up to no good?" I reply no. And then as he continues walking away from us I yell , "At least not yet" and follow it up with a healthy fake laugh.

20 minutes later he comes up to our place and asks if we want to come hang out. Even though it's almost 11 on a Thrusday night, we agree to go. By this time we can kinda tell that Jack's a little jacked....probably just a little tipsy.

We go down to his place. Harrison and Spot are having a great time playing. Jack is really relaxed on his couch. Then all the sudden he pops up and grabs a device under his cabinet. It looked something like this :



As he started lighting the thing up he said, "I'm so glad you guys are stoners." Elaine and I exchange pretty bewildered glances and I say, "Well, actually, we're not." He says, "You're not?!?" And after having already taken a few drags, attempts to put the thing out and then gets up and shoves it back under a counter.

Before we know it, he's saying how early he has to get up the next morning to go to work.

It was so wild to encounter Mary Jane at this stage in life. But, at least Jack didn't think I was a stiff, rigid person...