Madness string 99009

Random mermaid
We booked a band one Saturday night who was a really big reggae star in the area. As the dude was setting up my manager and I noticed it was eerily dead for the evening as the band was just about to start so we went out to smoke. The woods behind the restaurant had a thick fog coming out of it and we were noticing how odd that was considering it was a really warm and clear night in July. Then we saw them. Groups of stoners with dreads and beanies emerging from the tree line. It wasn't fog in the woods... it was marijuana smoke. We didn't sell that many drinks that night but I remember the cooks complaining about the amount of mac n cheese they sold.
I've always had a positive outlook on things and am drawn to feel good stories of recovery, forgiveness, reunion, etc, pretty much the 'return of the prodigal son'. But I never really thought about how those stories gloss over the pain and resentment of victims who are unable to forgive unforgivable actions but are inadvertently made to feel guilty and ashamed for feeling that way. We just kind of expect them to just automatically be the bigger person, eventually come to forgive, move on, if not now, then with the passage of the years.