Already a pizza on the porch. I was delivering Coldstone. It was a Sunday at 2pm. The guy open the door. The essence of weed hit me strong. His eyes blood shot. Classic rock on the radio. Guy in a plush robe. A girl dancing in the middle of the room. He said thank you. I picked up the pizza for him. He giggled. And I turned around laughing.
Man was high on life and I was jealous of him in that moment