In anticipation of our move into a dope new apt at the end of this month (yay!!), Jonah and I were cleaning out his studio apt yesterday when I noticed a little object on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet that looked a little funny and out of place:
I leaned in closer and rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things and sure enough it was a crack pipe:
Just your run of the mill, average crack pipe-no frills, just functional and utilitarian.
I'm imagining that from time to time the previous tenant smoked the rock.
What I can't imagine, is that for a whole year, he/she has gone sans pipe!
So let me ask, "did you leave your crack pipe in our home?"
In case a different scenery is needed to jog your memory, here is the same pipe in a classier setting...
Pipe on a laquered wood dresser...do the memories come rushing back?
Or perhaps, a more down to earth setting?...Pipe on a picnic table cloth...
And in its opened form with residual junk, does it help to identify this pipe as yours?
If you're still not able to ascertain whether it's the one you lost and perhaps need to grip it in your palms to be sure, feel free to give us a shout but be warned we won't have it for long as we don't want to get thrown in jail for someone else's kicks...not that we're judging!!
No judgements here! It's just that we prefer tequila:
