I was walking up one of the steepest hills in the world toward an area of Seattle called, "Pill Hill," named so due to all three of Seattle's main hospitals perching upon it. Like being on a StairMaster set to "Advance Terrain," I trudged up that hill, huffing and puffing, when suddenly my nose caught the one-and-only sweet scent of marijuana. There, sure enough, just before me was a guy strolling along with a joint pinched between the thumb and forefinger of his right arm, which was twisted out in an effeminate manner. Yep, the posture of a pot smoker. As my eye examined the joint, it slowly moved up this man's arm until catching a familiar graphic on his shirt--a graphic as familiar as my days in elementary school. Suddenly it registered and I had to suck in a strong desire to burst out in uproarious laughter: this guy was wearing a "D.A.R.E. TO KEEP KIDS OFF DRUGS" shirt!
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