High Rise

I frequently visit a certain luxury condo tower. It's the type of place where you only access the living areas by first passing through security. The guards range from professional politeness to utter disdain. Considering they probably make less than most delivery drivers, their arrogance is irritatingly amusing.

Today, after passing the gatekeeper, I entered the elevator and was nearly overwhelmed by the odor of ganja.

I snickered at the thought of the rent-a-cops so diligently protecting their charges from dangerous food slingers but unable to prevent rich teenagers from sparking up in the elevators.

And those teenagers have some gank-ass shit.