Up In Smoke ©

So I am standing in the corner thinking no one’s around to see me so I spark one up and immediately start coughing and spewing whatever has been clinging to my lungs for the last five decades.

Just then from behind a curtain, a contingent of what looked like well dress Klu Klux Klan members emerged and passed through the thick cloud of smoke I had just puked out.

A couple of them staggered back against the wall.

I don’t know if it was from the smoke or that they thought they had just taken their last breaths because they were all that ancient.

As they recovered and proceeded to go down the hallway I began getting a little paranoid as some people do who are swimming in an ocean of THC.

I was thinking one of them might tell the local cops about the funny smelling incense.

I looked around and found a door that looked like the shutter of a window so I opened it to let the smoke out before I got pinched by the spear chucking jesters.

No sooner had I opened the shutter, a loud roar rose from outside and I could hear running footsteps coming towards me.

That was it, I knew I was busted.

Banned from another country.

The poster boy for Interpol.

Probably to be thrown in some deep underground prison cell with only the shroud of Turin to keep me warm.

Grabbing some clothes from a nearby closet to help disguise my escape, I stepped out only to be mobbed and carried off by those same well dressed Klu Klux Klan members.

I thought my ass was fucked for sure

It was worse.

Long story short.

Have a nice weekend

Pope Cheech AKA Walker