Less than a block from my apartment is a concert venue once called Irving Plaza, now called the Fillmore at Irving Plaza. On any given night, there are huge tour buses out front and the crowd lined up to get inside tells exactly what type of band is playing.

I like to guess the genre as I walk along the hordes of people. Mohawks, chains connecting wallet to pants, grunge wear, leather, flat billed baseball caps over the ears, biker chicks....you name it.

Last night, it was obviously hip hop and for once, there were cops everywhere. I saw the billboard outside the entrance: Wu Tang Clan. nice!

I crossed the street toward my apartment and smelled the very strong odor of weed. Mom and Dad, it was my first time ever smelling it, I swear. As I got closer to my building, it got stronger and stronger until I saw the guilty parties quickly jump up the 3 steps leading down to my front door. "Uh, sorry, um, we're leaving"

I looked up at the guy as I entered my building and told him there were cops all over the place down the street.

He says "Dude, wow, ok man, thanks! You're keep an eye out, thanks again."

And he continued to smoke.