it didn't take long for the smell of weed to permanently to set in the car. you don't smoke dope for over a week and it still smells of the green tang. i'm convinced there's a bud somewhere buried beneath my receipts that deserves to be smoked. depends on whose in the car this is either a good thing or a bad things.

the other night i had a priest sitting in the car and was scared shitless whether he's detecting the weed. as it turns out my visiting polish cousin met a priest while waiting to get his travel's visa. both of them were travelling to my humble spot on the earth and promised to meet up when they settle into their new surroundings. i guess in poland this sort of relations are not out of the norm. pope paul ii was a chillin priest hanging with the horny youngins and getting them all high on jesus and the likes. new priests saw JPII climb to the top of the company ladder and now emulate the best.

the priest i met knew this and we agreed to meet at my house and then travel to nearby pub. there i am driving a priest to a bar to get gassed with. he took the orders and me being the driver soon hard cold beer in his hand. the priest seems to be easy on the don't drive and drive law we've got going on here these days.

the priest was cool and cool with the whole jesus propaganda talk by keeping it to a minimum and speaking on more humanist language. life is this. life is that. we're searching for that grand void no one or nothing will ever truly fill. we have to fulfill ourselves with whatever it is and if you are stuck, try this thing called god. nothing about damnation and choosing between evil and good.

after few beers, he took out his wallet to pay to reveal an old $10 dollar now out of circulation. it's been a while since the priest has come to canada. the bartender took it nonetheless making petty small talk about paying with old money is travellers who eventually return knowing there is no better place on earth than we they are at that moment. this was the priest first time in there however.

i dropped the priest off at his place of stay and when getting out, he turns to me and says, "you should be getting high on god." it is evident that he detected the smell of weed and finds me to be a person of voidness he spoke of earlier in the evening.