Sutter Street - Sunday, 11:30am

Walking home after my morning swim today, I strolled by two young black men, decked out in football jerseys, pricy sneakers and jeans hanging dangerously below the waist. They casually passed a joint between them as if sitting in their own living room instead of out in the open, leaning against a store window on a busy city street. I inhaled a good whiff of the sweet, smoky air as I passed, an act which must have been more obvious than I'd thought because one of the guys called out, "Hey sexy, you wanna hit this?"

Nothing like a complete stranger offering to share some weed with your sexy self on a bleak, rainy Sunday morning. Thanks, guys.