Mistress La Spliffe (to two young men approaching her on the path): Good afternoon.
One young man: Good afternoon. Sorry (in reference to all the smoke from the spliff they were enjoying)
Mistress La Spliffe: Don't be sorry. It's a pleasure.
One young man: Oh, would you like a toke?
Mistress La Spliffe (by now distant due to her unremarkable fleetness of feet): No thank you!
That, world, is fucking manners. It is so nice being back in Canada.
There is a reason that I didn't accept the toke, besides being paranoid of social diseases and besides already being winded from the running and that, my dears, is that I don't think I actually smoke spliffs anymore. It's been almost a year, and I'm fine with that. I think the Netherlands ruined me for smoking in the rest of the world: I simply find it too depressing to have to be even a little bit furtive, and to live in putatively capitalist societies where my choice doesn't count, and I have to smoke any old shit dealers find for me. Also I don't catch cold as much anymore. That might have more to do with living in the subtropics, though.
Anyways, back to the Dread Pirate Jessica for me.
