this morning #1140.

this morning, as i exited my building & headed out to the first interview i’ve had since the fall, i had no choice but to pass through a group of rough dudes from the building smoking a blunt on my stoop. i smiled. said “hello.” didn’t even think of holding my breath as they parted & let me pass through a thick cloud of their weed smoke. as i headed off down the block, the fear almost instantly set in. inside i just knew. due to the actions of that group of rude dudes, now i’m probably going to be high at my job interview. just great. i lifted my jacket lapel up to my nose. i bet i smell like weed too. if i don’t get hired because of it, maybe i should just give up & sit on the stoop doing drugs all day.