The plights and successes of the two share striking parallels.
AsI take my daily walk, a habit formed and crystallized by the last year-plus of pandemic-induced stir crazy, I’m noticing some things. Maybe you have too; there are people outside again, for example — a comforting regularity. Babies pushed expensive strollers, dogs scrambling like nuisances in the park, bros slack-lining again. But the most notable change is probably the odor.
Everywhere I go now, it seems, it smells like weed.
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