Where There's Smoke

The streets of Portland can be rough. I'm talking mean streets. What I experienced the other day stands as a good example.

I'm riding one of my bicycles over to a tea shop, heading south on NE 29th street, when I passed through the biggest cloud of gangia I've ever encountered. I'm telling you, the residents on that street must have smoked their entire front lawn. I'll bet they melted their Zippo trying to light all that grass. With exposure levels like that, it's a wonder I can think straight or even remember what happened.