A bunch of us are flying to San Francisco.

We all go through TSA.

I don't give it a thought, you know.

And we land in San Francisco.

It's early in the morning, so we can't get into the hotel yet.

So the first thing we do, there's an Irish pub near the hotel.

Let's all go there, like 10, 12 of us, whatever.

Yeah, great bar, actually.

Yeah, it was fantastic.

So we sit down, we're having a good time. No one's getting outrageous. But when the bill shows up, we're all going to split the bill.

No big deal.

I open my wallet.

And there's that unsmoked joint just sitting in the back.

And I'm like, oh, S, man.

Because again, this is pre-legal.

And I'm just like, oh, my God. So my wife immediately, like, how did you sneak that through? I'm like, I didn't sneak ass.

I'm like, babe, I forgot.

It was in my wallet.

And even if they'd said, what's this joint.

I don't know, like, obviously you planted it there.

No, it was mine.

So we're trying to figure out where it came from. but all I had to say was, we played a show last night at the casino.

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