San Francisco, California
Two movie actresses moved in next to me. Me and the people below me who were from N.Y. talked with them all day. That night they suggested a communal supper. We all agreed. Meat was tough, potatoes undone. Beer was delicious.
Then we had a pot and hash party. Still doesn't do anything to me. I think I'll turn the next one down and just ask for some wine. It's strange that it doesn't affect me any.
Then I went off to sleep by myself. They all bedded down together.