Posted by
Katy Grimes on Friday, May 15, 2009 5:01:13 PM
Last night at 11:45 as my husband and I lay in bed trying to sleep, the distinctive smell of pot and cigarettes came wafting into our upstairs bedroom. Out next door neighbors are out of town and their oh-so-mature 21-year old daughter had "a few friends over."
As I sat in my home office yesterday late afternoon checking email, I looked out of the window and saw a beater car flipping an eratic U-turn right in front of my house, nearly taking out my flower bed near the sidewalk. The scuzzy occupants of the beater car parked between my house and the neighbor's. I knew immediately when I looked at the rest of the beater cars in front of their house that their Gothic-wanna-be daughter was "having a frew friends over." It was 4:00 pm.
So by the time we had walked our dogs in the park, had been to a neighborhood association meeting, made dinner, watched the news and went to bed, the gathering next door was still going on, 8 hours later. When the pot wafted into our bedroom, that did it for us.
My husband threw back the covers, walked out onto the balcony that overlooks our backyard (and theirs), and yelled at the partying scumbags. The neighbor girl stupidly mouthed off. My husband yelled louder to which I shhhh'd him. He didn't care; he wanted to the low-life punks next door to smoke their pot elsewhere and told them so.
And all I could think of was thank you Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger for pushing for legalization of pot. The group partying next door was living proof that marijuana kills brain cells, stunts growth and makes people really ugly. yup, Smoking pot can turn even the hottest guy or gal into a card-carrying double-bagger, hag or loser.
The mentally-challenged idiots next door required another round of directions from my husband before they took their toking elsewhere. Whoa dude, this group of future adults are dazed & confused, witless losers.