Police officers like pogos too.

Got to leave work early on Wednesday and i went to chill out with Genny. Around 2h30 the munchies kicked in and I decided that the only thing that would make me happy would be a hot dog from Lafleur's. And so, i drove myself down the street to the Lafleur's all squinty eyed and smellin' like weed. As i stood there waiting to be asked my order, i realized i was having a rather happy moment. You know when you catch yourself doing and being exactly where you want to be. I don't know, maybe it was the pot, but man standing there made me feel like i was in control. It was a Wednesday afternoon and i'm in control of my life because i am waiting to buy a hot dog and there's no place where i rather be. And then, as i turned to look at the person standing in line next to me, I lost that wonderful feeling and it was replaced with the sneaking suspicion that i stink like marijuana. Or at least that's what i thought the cop standing next to me was thinking. Just then i thought ah man, that just fucked up the vibe i had going, then i thought shit i hope he doesn't follow me outside to see me get in my car, but then he ordered 2 pogos and i thought pogos are good.... maybe i should get some pogos....