In Miami, there’s a woman named Fiorella who held a piece of toilet paper up to the crack under her elderly neighbors’ door. Not for cleaning. For proof. She wanted to see exactly how much marijuana smoke was drifting into her apartment, and the toilet paper told her everything she needed to know.
To Fiorella, the answer was obvious: crazy stoner neighbors, a couple of aging hippies who never quite let go of their twenties. She called the HOA. She called the police. Neither did much — there was no bust, no citation, nothing to enforce. By her account, the police didn’t even know what to say. She’s described the fight that followed as feeling “straight out of high school.”
