Let’s just say that there are days when I’m the salmon and days when I’m the inside of a used bong. To be honest, both stink to hell and with neighbors hellbent on using their bathroom that opens on to mine as their personal pot den, I’d say that my bong days far outnumber my salmon days. Thankfully, as yet another wonder of Cosmo Alley (I swear we’ll move on to other things once we’re feeling better) it appears that there are those who feel my salmon vs. pot smoking dilemma and are out to help. God bless you sirs at Oak Bay Marine Group.