So I’ve been biking to work/school all week, this time while wearing an extra shirt so that I can change when I get there. Today I rolled into work and sat down, only to get a whiff of something foul. I smelled myself a few times before Zach finally said “I think it’s onions being cooked in the Campus Club.” So now I know three things that all smell the same:
- Badly cooked onions
- Ditch weed
How long after moving in with my dad and his wife back in the nineties did it take me to learn what pot smells like?