Pot Smoking Rocket Scientist

This afternoon I took a break from writing my book and walked down to the beach to say hi to our local pot-smoking-rocket-scientist.

"Q" as he calls himself--how do I know maybe his mother had a sense of humor--is the ambassador of the staircase leading down to our local beach.

Every time we speak, I get the same story. "I used to be a rocket scientist," he says as he lights up a joint and flips back his dreadlocks.

One of these days I'm going to get his full story, but for now, it goes something like this:

He arrives at the staircase around eight every morning.

He tokes up.

He watches the waves and tokes up again.

He takes a break for lunch to walk to the Jack In The Box and get himself a greasy hamburger.

Heads back down to the beach and tokes up.

During his long, busy day various other pot-smoking-scientists arrive to keep him company.

Finally, after the sun sets he leaves.

How do I know all this?

Because I'm able to watch the entire day play out from my desk.

My question to you is this:

Should I join him at Jack In The Box for lunch?

Or should I toke up?