How high am I?

So I was riding my bike north on Washington in downtown a few minutes ago when, under the railway overhead, I passed a guy on the sidewalk smoking a joint. There was no mistaking it.

It made me wonder. If I could smell it, I must have inhaled at least a little bit. Right?

So am I .0000000001 high right now?

Could be a handy excuse today.

“Didn’t like that blog item? Oh, sorry, I was partially stoned when I wrote that.”