This month, I went to a Rush concert at the local amphitheatre with my boyfriend and his dad. The band was quite entertaining. About 2/3rds of the way through the concert, though, there came a horrible, overwhelming stench, which I recognized as marijuana. But even as I type “horrible stench,” it occurs to me that the people who smoke marijuana probably love the smell of it. The strange thing is, even after looking around, I couldn’t seem to locate the source. So I became glad for the relief of the changing direction of the wind.
I didn’t think much of the experience until I came across this verse Read the rest of this entry »