The time has come, I need to move … my building is a drug den

My neighbors like to smoke the pot. They like to smoke a lot of it, so much so that when I go into the hall or stand inside my doorway – with my door closed and me in my apartment no less, my eyes burn and my lips tickle.

I’m pretty sure I’m high right now. A contact high if you will.

All I smell is the pot and the apple scented incense they’re burning to hide the smell.