The other night Victor and I were watching a DVD in the lounge and had the balcony door of the lounge open because it was warm that night. Near to the end of the movie a stench creeps into our lounge from outside, again. The smell makes me sick to my stomach. “Can you smell it? He’s fucking smoking that shit again. I’m closing the balcony door!”

So you like t smoke marijuana? By all means, go right ahead; just don’t smoke it near me because I can’t stand the smell of it, I despise it! Oh and not in the presence of your children.

Our neighbor next door, downstairs smokes marijuana. And 90% of the time he smokes it when the balcony door of our lounge or windows are open. His wife has told me that she “hates” the smell but I often see her sit outside next to him whi he smokes his joints. The other afternoon it was him, another man who were both smoking that filth and his wife was sitting outside next to them. Oh and their kids were running about.

Their visitor’s daughter, who I think is eight years old or maybe even younger, was riding her little pink bicycle, white basket and all… When she saw Victor and I walk onto our balcony she waved and continued to ride her bike. After a few minutes she reached into the basket of her bicycle and pulled out a “play-play” packet of cigarettes! “I need a cigarette!” Said the little girl as she took out a “cigarette” proceeded to “light it up” and slouched over her bicycle looking at her dad smoking his weed while she smoked her “cigarette”.

I was disgusted at how these two grown men, adults could sit outside and smoke drugs with their children running about in front of them… Oh and not to mention the other kids that live in our complex that were also playing and running around that day… Not smart at all!