Juicy Planet drove to the Jefferson Park neighborhood of West Chicago to purchase all the government stickers that are required to prevent $50 tickets from being plastered to our car windshield. After taking another wrong turn at Luna, we were struck by a delicious breeze, and couldn’t help but pull over to fully breathe in the intoxicating aroma of fresh marijuana being massaged and celebrated in vast quantities nearby but that the naked eye could not see. It was not the smell of reckless addiction or the random escape from human discomfort, it was the pure smell of friendliness, sexiness, and good humor.
We waited for someone to appear and beckon to us, but the only movement was in the distance, outside in an alley, where a tattooed man was cutting open a shipment of colored plastic beads, to be used, he said, to make other plastic things that particular shade of red. The man was kind enough to inform us that Gale Street was between the fabric shop and the McDonalds. Later, while peeling off the back of the Chicago city stickers, which never come off once you put them on, we thought about the Buddha, and wondered if he had smoked marijuana, and also about how attachment to someone has to happen first, before one can practice the detachment part and get any good at it.
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