Then you don't live, like me, in the Ballard neighborhood of seattle where there must be 50 microbreweries. Every few mornings the whole neighborhood smells lik

Then you don't live, like me, in the Ballard neighborhood of seattle where there must be 50 microbreweries. Every few mornings the whole neighborhood smells like rotting bread. I'd be happy to run into someone smoking weed on the street during those times, I find that smell much more pleasent.