I can't be seen from the sidewalk but I guess I can be smelled. I heard the telltale sound of middle aged ladies walking by while speaking in thick "dinner wine accents".
"Oh do you smell that ganja?"
"Mmhm, smells divine."
"It's definitely something I need in my life....just not with those creepy clowns."
They all laughed and so did I.
HAHAHA!
Then they got all quiet for some reason, #neighbors
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