Stoned thoughts: it wasn't me...it was me

Heard my neighbors talking to each other outside of my window...

This older gentleman (nicely) confronted a guy around my age about the weed smell coming from an apartment upstairs. He was quite certain that it was the young guy, but I know that the weed he was smelling was mine... my bestie just got back in town from Canada and we wanted to catch up over weed and breakfast. We smoked bowl after bowl for 3 hours before she had to leave, then I smoked more until I passed out lol

Poor young guy just said he smokes every now and then after work. Y'all I smoke from the second I get home until the second I crash... maybe I should lie low-key for a minute...orrrr buy an air purifier??