A note to my downstairs neighbors, slipped under their doors, and lovingly transposed to my blog:
Please forgive this intrusion into your day. Last night I passed by the first floor and was struck by the sweet smell of ganja. I do not care which apartment the odor emanated from. I have no intention of calling the police or alerting our landlord. What you do in your abode is your business, as long as you’re not fomenting violent revolution or painting your walls in non-pastel colors.
However, if you are unwilling to share your weed with your neighbors, you should likewise not share the smoke. To prevent this in the future, I recommend stuffing a damp bath towel into the bottom crack of your front door. Not soaked, mind you: you do not want to warp the floorboards and risk losing your security deposit. Just damp.
In conclusion, I wish you and your dealer the happiest of holidays.
an Anonymous Neighbor.