five thousand shades of blue
Friday, April 19, 2002
A group of street kids, huddled in a circle by the air intake of the building, smoking. I open the door and shout, "Please don't stand there and smoke, that's an air intake for the building." As the work
smoke leaves my lips, I smell the distinct odour of pot and for a splitsecond I wish I could let them stand there and keep right on smoking because my mind fills with images of stiff-upper-lip city planners getting a buzz off of the smoke that's being sucked into the building. I imagine them giggling and doing outrageous things to city planning documents and building plans. True hilarity.
The kids leave without arguement and a couple even say, "Sorry." I almost feel like thanking them for the mental picture.
is
this just not enough…?
