Ailah and I were sitting in the Sebastopol town square, as we often do, when we noticed a manly man guy walking around the town square offering something to all of the Sebastopolites languishing there. At first we were baffled as to the goods he was passing out... It was weed... That's right... Pot. Ganja. Marijuana. Mary Jane. Cannabis. Hashish. Dope. Grass. Hemp. Whatever you wan to call it... (As seen above ^) So he's making the rounds: to the tan yogi, the college students, the not-so-chic-middle-aged geeks, the strumming, singing hippies, the napping hobo (whom the generous manly man tenderly sprinkles a little pile of weed over) and then to us (the most vanilla girls you will ever meet). "Hey, you guys want some weed?"... We look at each other, look at him and then as one: "No thanks...."
To make it all the more festive, the hobo, a veritable skeleton of a monkey-man, wakes with a start, involuntarily flinging the pot up into the air. Once he realizes his error he, the hobo, scrabbles about in the grass (this is actual grass, as seen above ^), desperately searching for every scrap of marijuana... with a look of pure bliss on his dirty, monkey face.
Only in Sebastopol, California could a random dude wander around the town square (which is 40+ feet from the police station) to share his weed with his fellow townspeople with no shame or fear...
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