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If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-11-24 21:07:00

Who: Marijuana, Telecom, Hel, and anyone else who wants to join in!
Where: SoHo, independent movie theater
When: Early Evening
Warnings: Unabashed drug usage, including hash in brownie form.


It had been a long afternoon of baking, but Marijuana's apartment smelled like that perfect combination of chocolate and hash. It was heavenly, at least as close to heavenly as Marijuana was going to get. As the light left the sky slowly, he packed the brownies into his bookbag, making sure he had both his personal stash and a ton extra because he knew he'd have customers tonight. Layering a Pink Floyd The Wall hoodie over his Depeche Mode t-shirt, he quickly shucked a winter coat over his shoulders, grabbed a hat and left his apartment, locking the doors once he was downstairs.

Getting there was not an issue, he had plenty of money for cabs. Arriving about fifteen minutes early, he leaned up against the wall, smoking a cigarette casually and waiting for his first customer to show up. Many people didn't know this, but it was hard being a drug dealer. People called him at all hours of the day wanting everything from weed to coke to meth. People came over unexpectedly, people expected him to cancel all plans and be available 24/7. Not today! He'd known that he'd need at least three hours of downtime for his plans tonight, so he'd arranged for his customers to meet here and anyone who called him tonight would be taken care of with a quick call to one of Marijuana's trusted delivery boys.

For a good ten minutes, customers came and went, Marijuana quickly exchanging bags for money, keeping his immortal senses on the lookout for any authority figures. There were still more to come but Marijuana knew he could fit everyone in. Suddenly though, his cell began to ring and he sighed before answering. It was one of his best customers and pretty soon, Marijuana was on the phone again. "Yeah, it's Marc. Listen, Sal needs two pounds. Look under the bong cabinet downstairs, they're already weighed out. You know the address. Make sure he pays in full. Thanks man, help yourself to the brownies I put out on the counter." Suddenly feeling an immortal presence, he snapped his cell shut and looked around curiously. No, he didn't know the two people who'd said they wanted to come, but they were cool shit if they wanted to get high and watch The Wall.