So this morning when I got to campus, I parked at the top of the parking structure to read for today’s anthropology class. I noticed two guys pointing at the mosque across the street. I approached and we began talking and I reassured them I didn’t care about the blunt they were smoking. The one guy, wearing a pink shirt told me he was a muslim, not that it mattered when his friend passed me the blunt. It was a cute little blunt with maybe a quater of a gram of weed in it. The best part was the socialization, talking to them and learning how they think and feel about the world around them. Like a marijuana cultural anthropologist.