Our story begins: Alright, so I’m out walking the dog and I smell some pretty strong cheeba being smoked; so strong is must be very close by, I think. The end of my street is a good “quiet part of town” spot for anyone that wants to park somewhere and not be seen by a tone of people. Some people live in their cars, like some RVs, etc. Some people also just drive in to eat their taco bell, smoke some weed, a combination of both or maybe just a nap on company time in your truck. You get the idea.
I spot the car, it’s got four Latino dudes in it, seats reclined just chillin. I approach the car from the back and kinda sneak up on them:
“Hey! There’s a grandma over there,” I boldly state and I frantically motion to the treeline that separates the parking lot from the woods, “she’s looking for the cookies,” I add, “all over the place. it’s really crazy.”
I continue motioning towards the woods, eyes wide as if I saw some crazy shit. They just looked at me in awe. Not a word said. Not a syllable. I’m already walking away at this point, walking past the side of the car to the front and continuing straight ahead to my apartment.
“So many cookies, chocolate chip…,” I yell back over my shoulder.
I shrugged my shoulders dramatically and walked home.