Public Substance Abuse
I was driving north on Lamar the other day around lunchtime. I was in between Barton Springs and Red River, and looked at this dude to my right who was waiting on the bus. Waiting on the bus can be boring, but luckily for him, he had a fully-loaded one-hitter and was hitting it for all it was worth. My windows were down and I could smell the pot.
Later the same day, I was on my way to get The Geej at her daycare in a swanky neighborhood near downtown, and had to pause to let this guy cross the street from the minimart to the laundromat with his sixer of Shiner. Doing laundry, getting loaded. Why the hell not?