So one of the guys here, Troy, has a
hookah. You might remember him from the racist incident. He was
carrying it around. Someone called it a bong because that's what a
hookah looks like when you're carrying it around a homeless shelter
full of guys who are recovering from drug abuse.
Troy stopped by and corrected everyoneso that they definitely knew this thing he had was a hookah and not a
bong. I just happened to be around.
So during our meeting on Thursday, Daryl covers a few basic areas; don't pee in the bushes outside, we
still haven't gotten a maintenance guy to look at the hot water knob
for the kitchen, only smoke in front of the building between ten at
night and four in the morning. Any questions?
Troy's hand comes up. Why can't he have
a hookah?
He can have the hookah, he just can't have it out. He needs
to put it in a locker or a chest or a drawer.
Doesn't he have the
right to--
--and we can just add that to the list of ways to open a question that inevitably closes it in disappointment--
--have a hookah anywhere he wants
without having to worry about the feeling of a "bunch of
junkies"?
It had puzzled me that Troy was here.
He seemed to have charisma and drive. I had recently learned that he
wasn't here because of drugs. Poor tactical decision making in a
social setting seemed a sudden, likely reason.
Or maybe I had a fellow shithead.
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