He was looking about as suspicious as a person could. Shifty? Check. Surreptitious movements? Oh yeah. Non-fat latte? This guy is up to something!
He was constantly looking over his shoulder and monkeying with a baggy.
And then... oh my gosh, he's smoking it right there on the street! Is it crack? Sinsemilla? African yohimbe bark?
Wait a minute—
That's a meerschaum pipe! My dad used to smoke one of those... of course, he used tobacco...
Ah, but why was he looking around? It turned out that he was just waiting to meet someone. (Heheh, ouch.)
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