If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-07-30 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | internet, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and Internet
When: Wednesday, noonish.
Where: Internet's high school
Warnings: Here be pot.
Marijuana wasn't quite sure exactly why he was at a high school during their lunch break. He'd woken up around eight, opened the shop and headed over to NYU, knowing that enough of his customers had early classes. When he didn't sell out of his wares, he knew he had to go somewhere else after going for a half hour without a customer. Casting his mind over the various connections he had with the small time dealers of a few of the high schools, he decided to choose the school closest to him and set out, weaving through the busy and hectic streets of New York City.
Reaching the school quickly, he sent a text to the school's resident nickel-and-dime dealer, letting him know that he had a lot to sell. Really, the only real money in the high schools came from the small dealers who bought in bulk (only in half-ounces and ounces at a time) and sold it gram by gram. He could make a half-decent amount just standing around selling dimes and twins, but he always made sure to network with the schools' dealers. Marijuana met up with a few of them, selling two ounces between three of them and of course, rolling a few joints.
After returning from the tiny forest that the stoners called home, he realized that the lunch bell was about to ring and with it would come bored teenagers, itching to use their lunch hour to get high. Lovely! He stationed himself next to one of the lesser-used doors that led from the tech wing. As the smokers and stoners who used that hallway frequently started to trickle out, Marc made a few easy sales before lighting a cigarette and leaning back against the wall. Really, he could almost blend in with the more alternative members of that crowd with his Pink Floyd t-shirt, scruffy jeans and sunglasses... but the fact that he looked to be in his early twenties at least didn't help very much.
One of the stoners that he knew quite well came out and soon, they were sparking up a joint, Marijuana knowing that if any teachers or cops were to come near them, he'd know in time to hide the joint. His only divine power, being able to sense when authority figures around, came in quite handy at a time like this.