the_smell_of_pot raze i mistake it for essence of skunk more often now than i ever did when i was the source of the smell. not that i brought it with me anywhere anyone would have noticed it. i did most of my smoking at home. sometimes someone else's. usually my own. a small fan that did nothing to dull the humidity aimed at my face. never naked. not even when i wanted to be. once i sat in jesse's car and he rolled down the windows and gunned it so the wind would whip the stink from our clothes. by the time he dropped me off my hair was a mess and the only fragrance my snout could spot was the tang of a night i thought might never end. 240818 what's it to you? who go blather from