I got out of my car in the heat and decided to smoke my third cigarette. It was a inhaling a furnace in a fire. A guy in the next lot over was enjoying a rolled marijuana joint behind the dumpster. I could smell the sweet scent of illegality wafting through the air. I watched him a second to be sure, but then I saw the pants and I knew it was the guy. The smell of the smoke and the job made me a little excited and a little nervous.

I strolled over the fence, right behind him.