i was in the front seat with the cabbie, sharin’ the biggest spliff you’ve ever seen, and it was some stinky sticky.  this rasta man was the sweetest natured soul i’d met in our nation’s capitol and a prime example of why her natives call it chocolate city.  he picked me up outside the cat where i’d stumbled at 1:30, anxious to rest my ears from the punishing onslaught of hip coming off the stage.  the kids were in a panic to hear the latest version of cooler than thou, and apparently tobacco smoke held some kind of mystic power over them, ‘cause they had it going like incense in there.

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