It has been raining around here quite a bit lately and like you can probably imagine, smoking joints in the pissing rain isn't very fun. Lately I've been on the look-out for a new smoking spot that protects me from the rain, and I seemed to have found one while burning a fat. I sat down on a staircase under a large awning, and finished my joint. As I'm getting up to go, I looked into the window of the place and I saw a familiar blue uniform. I looked a little closer and noticed a huge, bald cop staring me in the eyes, so I jetted out of there as fast as I could. I don't thinking I'll be smoking there anytime soon...
