Rick James declared"Cocaine is a hell of a drug" on Dave Chappelle's comedy show, and apparently, weed ain't half bad either. 

So my husband Shawn and I were driving home from our favorite restaurant, T's Place on East Lake Street in Minneapolis last night. We had just finished dinner and our eyelids were as heavy as two fat ladies at a buffet. We were traveling down 26th Street, just about to hop on I-94 East to head home to St. Paul when Shawn yelled, "Turn around, grab the camera, we've gotta get this fool on the blog."

I ain't know what was in store for me, but I was laughing already.  So I cut through the Wells Fargo parking lot, passed up the bank teller (cause I damn sure ain't have no money to deposit, either I was gonna rob her a$$ or make a withdrawal out of somebody else's account) to double back to the red light.  And when I saw this guy, standing there, with a back brace, a neck brace, a leg brace and a damn JOINT in his hand, I think I peed on myself I was so tickled  I literally stopped the car at a green light causing a traffic jam (er're body behind me was cussing and pointing--until they saw what we saw--and their frustration soon turned to hysterical laughter) had Shawn get out, take a picture and then sped off. 

Funny thing is, the injured weed smoker was scared as hell. He didn't know if we were from immigration and was trying to deport his ass--or if we were Workman's Compensation investigators trying to see if his "I fell and injured myself on the job" scam was legit.  Bless his heart, when he saw us with the camera, he wanted to run, but couldn't, cause his legs were in braces. He tried to turn his head, but couldn't, cause his $hit was in a neck brace and he wanted to give us "the finger" but he wasn't about to drop his joint for NOBODY!  So he stood there while we took his picture--all banged up and injured--smoking his home-made cigarette.