Locus: The unfinished building/local drug hangout on the corner of 43rd Ave.
Tempus: About 9:30pm
Characters: A small group of male humans.
Stance: Huddled in a tight circle by the back door of the building.
Wacky weed scent in the air? No, strangely enough. This makes me wonder if they were conducting a more nefarious exchange.
Length of time engaged in said activity: Short. So short in fact that they left their car parked with the engine running (see below). Thanks dudes. Not only do you litter the ground with drug baggies, blunts, and empty Bambu packets, but you pollute the air as well. I almost miss the old days when the corner smelled of weed instead of car exhaust!
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