If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-01-07 15:26:00 |
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Current music: | Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd |
Who: Marijuana and Twitter
Where: The Highway
When: Wednesday, four in the afternoon.
Rating: Here be drugs but it shouldn't go over PG-13.
Suddenly, Marijuana was Mr Popularity, which made him quite busy. He had managed to get most of what he needed for the party on Friday, including shatter-proof glass for the bong display cases. Most of the smaller display cases were being moved into storage and Marijuana already knew what the layout of the room was going to look like. He would have to move the fridge downstairs, have to do many different things on Friday morning, but Marijuana had just spent a few hours picking up the booze they would need. True, he would have to close his store while the party was going on, but his mortal drug runners would continue to deliver his product and that was where the majority of his wealth came from.
After running around all day doing errands, Marijuana thought he deserved some time to himself but Dave had called in sick with a hangover and thus, Marijuana had to man the store while Cam and Bryn were out doing deliveries. He thought Harmony was painting and after a boring hour of reading all the stoner magazines in the store, he finally lit up a joint. Remembering that he had his guitar downstairs for this very reason, Marijuana grinned as he got up, went into the corner to find it and slid back into his reclining chair, propping his feet up on the counter.
The joint was puffed a few more times before Marijuana stubbed it out and he began to play one of his favourite songs on his absolute favourite (and extremely expensive) acoustic guitar. "So, do you think you can tell... heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?" His singing voice wasn't perfect, but it wasn't embarrassing. Either way, he stopped when he heard the door open, letting the last chord ring out for just a moment before his hands covered the strings to stop the vibrations.