Smells like victory

I love the smell of my neighbor’s weed in the morning.

And afternoon.

And evening. Seven days a week, God bless him.

A grocery delivery guy dropping food at my apartment Thursday morning thought it was my weed and complimented me on the quality.

Twenty-nine-and-a-half years sober. I still enjoy the smell.

By L. Jeffrey Zeldman

“King of Web Standards”—Bloomberg Businessweek.

Author, Designer, Founder. Employer Brand at Automattic, Inc. Publisher, A List Apart & A Book Apart. Ava’s dad. Pete’s brother forever. He/him.

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