"Oh, right," Isaac blinked, then dug through his pockets. He found a baggy with a few left over roaches in them, but nothing else. This made him smile, until he realized he lacked the lighter to bring about the blissfull painlessness of a haze.
"Yeah, ok, I figured I was in a park," he muttered through the home-rolled joint. "You got a light?"
The kid looked young, but not quite young or old enough to promise to be of smoking age. Not that that really mattered, in Isaac's experience. Kids either had a light or they didn't. He was more focused on blocking out the painful headache that all the static had caused. He paused. "Um, what park, exactly?"