On the Red Line to work this morning, a very large, red-eyed, disheveled man sat next to me. HE REEKED OF POT! I swear to high heaven, it was like I was sitting in the corridor of the upstairs of my house when my brothers are lighting up. Ugh... I mentally pleaded that he'd get off at Hollywood/Vine so I wouldn't have to ask him to move, and he did
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