Just the placement of the line highlighted in red within this minor news story made me smirk...via the New York Post:
Fire marshals investigating a roaring SoHo inferno yesterday morning were stunned to find a massive marijuana stash in the apartment of a celebrity photographer, sources said.
Jennifer Tzar, 44, allegedly had 10 pounds of weed stuffed in plastic bags and left in plain sight inside her fifth-floor apartment at 68 Thompson St., where the nasty three-alarm blaze was extinguished at about 4:30 a.m.
"It was high quality," one source said.
Third paragraph, first quote. First question that came to every reader's mind, I suppose...
Some other good stuff in this non-story of sorts
The blaze also brought out some good Samaritans.
About the same time as Tzar's bust, tenant Kathie Cammann, 64 -- still dressed in her pajamas -- was approached by a neighborhood resident who gently pressed a pocketbook into her arms.
Inside, Cammann said, was a toothbrush and $100.
Nice. But how will Jennifer Tzar be able to create bizarre mood photos/pieces like these without her pounds and pounds of weed?