The dope smoker smoked some dope on his porch. He watched a yellow bus with children roar by, two children on the roof, sitting with butterfly nets in their laps.
He thought, “They might fall. And their parents’ll freak. And what’ll happen to the driver, who may not even know? Or maybe he does know, and that’s the wonder of it, dope or no dope.”
A woman came with exact amounts. She had her hands in her back pockets. She told the dope smoker, somewhat worriedly, “A saw a black squirrel on your roof the other day? Have you ever seen a black squirrel? It looked like a small bear.”
The dope smoker said, “A black squirrel? What, are you high?”
