Well, last night I was hanging out in my room with the windows open. Gradually the sound of a guitar melody starts drifting into the room, along with the smell of herb. Could it be? Is my dad actually smoking ganja again? So, I go outside to investigate, and guess what I see? A hippie perched on top of my shed with his guitar and a joint. I left him alone, since I was fine with him, and my parents were asleep.
Well my town is full of hippies, if he comes back or something I might talk to him. Or I might play some death metal full blast and see what he does. Wait it would be night...bad idea.
