I might be a bad influence. . .

Zen and I smoked weed this weekend.

Mom was out running errands when we we found some outside (not rare as you might think -- in Denver, everybody and their grandmother has the stuff practically growing in decorative planters in the front yard),  and I just figured -- 'when else are we going to do this?' You know?

Smoked weed, lit up a bowl. . . call it what you may --
We got pretty high.
Our stash. We have a lot of extra if you want any.