I walked the 38th Street Loop at lunchtime in 29:36. On Emerson Drive, with about three quarters of a mile to go, I noticed a tiny zip-lock plastic bag right in the middle of the street. I picked it up and immediately knew from the smell that it was marijuana.* I plan to keep it, just in case the NFL Packers make the Super Bowl. Pot is a wonderful antidote for anxiety.
*there are frequently twenty-something-year-old boys gathered in the driveway of the nearest house to where I found the bag
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