If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-10-20 19:50:00 |
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Current music: | here, there and everywhere - the beatles |
Entry tags: | classic rock, hippie subculture, marijuana |
i'll be there and everywhere/here, there and everywhere
Who: Marijuana, Classic Rock, and Hippie Subculture.
What: The best game of Beatles Rockband ever played.
Where: Highway living room.
When: Wednesday evening.
Warnings: Language, alcohol and drug use.
Marijuana's sixth month anniversary with Heroin had passed quietly and there were only three days left until the wedding. Already, Marijuana was feeling an itch to just run, just drive away for a little bit so he could think without little thoughts - fuck, I'm getting married - and nagging worries - is Coke going to show up and ruin everything? - getting in the way. But for now, he was mostly lucid, only worrying about what toppings to order for the pizza, if he had made enough brownies, and if the game controllers were fully charged. The doors were open, the one at the bottom of the stairs and the one at the top and Dave, sitting at the counter, had orders to simply direct Classic and Hippie - as Marijuana was sure they would arrive together - up the stairs to meet their old friend for a simple night of good food, good pot and good music. Ordering the pizza quickly, having decided on getting four different pizzas with a variety of different toppings, Marijuana wandered back into the bedroom to let Nibbly, their hamster, out of the plastic ball that she'd been rolling around in under the bed and play with her for a few minutes, letting her scritch around in his hair before lowering her gently into her cage.
Whistling lightly, the strains of 'Within You Without You' calming his nerves slightly, he wandered back into the living room and collapsed on his couch with a wistful smile as he turned on the game, thinking he'd get a bit more practice in before Classic and Hippie showed up to kick his ass at Beatles Rockband. Ten songs and three joints later, he felt the first stirrings of his inner senses that told him they were crossing the outer boundaries of his territory and thus, were only ten blocks away. Getting up quickly, he sniffed the air, knowing that the freshest batch of brownies were just about done. Grinning as he walked into the kitchen, he pulled them out of the oven quickly, not bothering with an oven mitt - it was easier to just heal the burn than it was to attempt to find a mitt - as he carried the pan into the living room to join the other plates of marijuana-laced goodies. He had moved the minifridge from the bedroom into the living room and filled it with beer and whiskey and he grabbed one for himself as he waited, tapping the glass of Stoney's tank and smiling as the young snapping turtle opened his mouth and snapped at the air.
The wedding was coming but for tonight, Marijuana was just going to focus on his friends and let the anxiety be smothered by love and song.
(OOC: I forgot about a conflict with Marijuana's schedule on Tuesday, we can just say he said Wednesday from the get go. XD)