Trying to Start a Novel, Again

Trees on former campus of the Grass Valley Group

This is not me—this is another person talking. A character.

I really hate the smell of weed. I don’t hate it the way I hate the smell of patchouli or Ciara, a perfume from the 1970s that my great aunt wore. The smell doesn’t make me sick, and it doesn’t disgust me — the smell of pot terrifies me. When…

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