More Elevator Antics. →[More:] I got into the elevator to go down for my customary 11am smoke. A guy I recognized from around the building was there and said 'Smoky treat time, huh?' I nodded and said 'Oh yeah,' the elevator stopped and a dude in a rasta skullie carrying a messenger bag got on. In his hand was a big fat joint. The aroma wafting up from it, even unlit, left no doubt it was the real thing. Now
that would be a smoky treat.