when your boss comes in to offer you the tiny bag of pot she found while defrosting her freezer cause she hasn’t smoked in a decade and has no idea how that got there but figures it should go to good use. props, Junie. on an unrelated note, I suppose it makes sense to post this on here: rip, Jack. I wasn’t extremely close with you, but we’ve definitely crossed paths, shared beers and friends, and definitely a frisbee field more than once. you’re in so many people’s thoughts. i know we all wish we could’ve done more. Take it easy, Beard.