Skunk.

So I live on the top floor of a house converted into apartments. There are three of us: myself, Jamie (the loud Texan) on the first floor, and Ryan (the hottie landlord) in the basement. Lately I've been noticing a strange smell coming through the bathroom vent, especially. A little skunky, I thought. Leonard told me it's marijuana. Ok, so I'm a little slow. Or naive.

I found Ryan on the front porch last night when I got home from work. It thought it was a good opportunity to let him know about the vent situation, so I asked him if it was his schwag I smelled coming through the vents. He said "No, I wouldn't smoke that shit... I only get the best weed." So we had a little conversation about Jamie's bad weed, how skunky it smells and whatnot, and then he told me that he confronted her about it a couple weeks ago. Asked her to smoke outside, told her that he enjoys a little of the weed himself, but he keeps it outdoors.

I went upstairs and it wasn't ten minutes later when I smelled the good weed coming through the vents.