When I went to take my "final drag," or the last cigarette of my day, last Saturday, I was greeted by my usually nutty neighbor and her friend cackling drunkenly on the stairs near our communal back yard area.
"Hey, come smoke with us!" she insisted.
I was ready for bed, so I politely passed.
I thought about the crazy things my neighbor had said and done in the past, as I often do when I see her.