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Solar Bongs - fosgood Danny Jones had just gone down to the 6-12 Market on Sherman Way to buy a lighter so he could smoke up some of that eighth that he just bought off of Dwayne. He is pretty sure that Dwayne cheated him out of some of the weed because he helped him smoke some of it and took a chunk for helping him score it even though he had it already. Danny didn't really have alot of mental defenses and was pretty non-confrontational. His bangs drooped over his eyes so he had trouble seeing anyway. It was his own little visor against things. Mainly people seeing his consistantly Rudolph-red eyes. He used so much Visine that he was convinced that he got some kind of optical disease from it. Clear Eyes was not in the budget. The stuff was decent quality quality, but Dwayne skimped on buds and gave him alot of shake. He knew that he could pull this on Danny without too much protest from him. Once in a while he would whine about this but it was a toothless attack. Dwayne was the kind of guy who would smoke out and watch alot of home shopping channel. He would get off on crank calling them and seeing just how long he could keep them on the phone. He didn't have a credit card so he could never order anything. He didn't have call waiting either so sometimes people would call him and not get through. It's not that he couldn't afford call waiting. He just didn't know how to order it. Danny was half talking to him about somethimg while he was mid-bongload when a dish set commemorating Nancy Regan's "Just Say No" campaing poppd up on the Home Shopping Channel. "Give me that phone man" said Dwayne to Danny while he was talking about two dollar bills..."Uh, okay" said Danny as he handed him the phone. "It's a wonderful day at Home Shopping Club, which item may I place an order for today?" said the lady on the other end. "Buh, yeah, are those Nancy Regan plates un-re-breakable?" asked Dwayne. "Sir, which item NUMBER are you calling about?" questioned the HSC rep. "No, it's not a number, it's a plate. A plates." mumbled Dwayne. Danny could only hear his end of the conversation and remembered that Dorny and Pat were back at his place waiting for the buds. Danny didn't even say goodbye really, he just sauntered out into the sweltering summer heat. It was 101 degrees outside and he was wearing a t-shirt that red ogHat (the F had fallen off), Levi's and fake Converse shoes. His hair was long and black and was washed daily, but didn't look like it from the sweating. He really needed an ICEE from 7-11, but didn't feel like walking that far so he settled for a knock-off called an ICE-EEE from the 6-12 arket. He walked in and basked in the annointment of air conditioning which made him feel very good. The euphoria was short lived. They were out of grape, shit. He would have to settle for pina-colada. Nightmare. As he paid for the drink he looked at the counter and remembered that Pat had asked him to pick up a lighter for him. Trying to figure out which color to buy became a pretty tough challenge and wondered if he should pay the extra for one with a logo on it. It had to be a BIC. His friends were lighter snobs. Some people like the djeeps as well. A little more money and a status thing among the stoned. He settled for one with waves and ocean on it. Should he buy papers? No more money anyway. He put the lighter in his shirt pockec and walked the five blocks back home. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. Corny and Pat were no doubt listening to music and they were very very sober and waiting for Danny. They would have gone, but Pat and Dwayne had a falling out a few weeks back when Pat was shaking up a wine-cooler, but forgot that he had taken the cap off already and guess who got a Bartles and Jaymes shower? It also got all over his prized velvet poster of Ozzy during the Black Sabbath years that has not been the same since. Danny walked into his house and they were in his room. "Dude, what took you so long" asked Pat "Did you get it?" "Yeah, it's pretty good man" replied Danny " I smoked Dwayne out before I left" "Dude, why do you party him out, he's already got tons of it? exclaimed Corny. "Uh, I don't know..." said Danny. "Let me have a drink of your drink dude" said Pat. "Oh man, this stuff sucks" he said. Why didn't you go to the 7-11, I hate the 6-12. Didn't they have any more grape? Fuck. Let's see the buds man".... They had each gone in 10 dollars to get the bag and Corny said that they should smoke some and then break up whatever was left after. Pat like to break it up first so that he could have some for later. Danny really didn't care. Pat got the bong out and filled up the chamber and put some Arrowhead water in it. He didn't like to use tap water because Paul never used tap water and was a well-respected stoner in the neighborhood and he was "cool". Just then there was a knock at the door. Danny answered the door and it was Ron and James. These were two of the most stoned-out guys in the valley. Ron had never left the valley, he had never even been to L.A. which was just over the hill. He had gone to Zuma though down Kanan but was really about it. James was his sidekick and they were always on the hunt for the next bong or pipeload. They rarely had their own stash and when they did they hid out together until it was all gone. They were Kling-ons. Pat liked James, but he did not like Ron, just because. Paul didn't like him either which may have been an unspoken factor. "Dude, what's up said Ron, and James just nodded his head. "Not much man, just hanging out" "can we come in dude" said Ron as he walked in and James followed.. "Ron headed right for the empty fridge, poked his head around, closed the door and repeated this two more times. "Got any buds man" asked Ron.... Danny really didn't know how to reply, because they didn't have alot of stash and he knew that Pat didn't like Ron, but he did like James.... "No we don't have anything, we were going to ask you dude" said Pat as he walked into the living room...By the look on Danny's face Ron could smell bullshit...."What's up James" asked Pat... "Not much dude, my brother got a new helmet for his bike, but he had to sell his bike to buy it" said James. "Dude what a dumbshit" said Pat "Yeah, well my dad said he had to get a helmet so he got one and is going to get another bike soon" Pat was really anxious to smoke out and they had to get rid of these guys, or at least Ron pronto. Ron sat on the couch and turned on the t.v. oblivious to the fact that nobody really wanted him there. Maybe that's why he was going it. James and Danny were both guitar players so they talked about guitars while Ron and Pat talked about nothing. The Willy-wonka like tension was there, but not unusual. The phone rang and Danny picked up the phone. It was Dwayne. "Dude, why did you just bail.... dude, I talked to that lady about the Nancy Regan plates for 47 minutes.... that's almost my record.... man..." Dude, you left your lighter over here. It was uncommon for someone to actually tell someone that they lost a lighter. Lighters are never owned, just rented until you lose it. In most cases, if someone leaves a lighter behind, it's yours to use. period. Oh yeah, remembered Danny. He already had a lighter and he bought one. He forgot. This was just a plain greem see-through lighter so he forgot about it. Corny walked up and said something to Pat which Danny didn't hear and Pat replied back to him. "Dude, is PAT over there? Did you get the buds for HIM" asked Dwayne. If Dwayne knew that some of the weed was going to Pat he would not have sold it to Danny. Dealer Principles indeed. "Uh, no, he just came over and we haven't even smoked out yet" said Danny into the phone, which caught the diluted attention of Ron and James who looked right at each other like, "are we gonna get high?" Danny realized what he had done and was took busy being looked at by Ron now to focus on the shit that Dwayned was giving him on the phone. "Dude, don't let Pat smoke any of that weed dude or I'm not selling you nothing anymore" commanded Dwayne who then hung up the phone. Pat was hoping that Danny would think quickly on his feet, but knew better so he took the reins. "Dude, are you getting some weed?" he asked Danny in front of the drooling guests. Danny came through... "Uh, yeah tomorrow" mumbled Danny. Ron and James could not tell that Danny was already buzzed, because he was sort of the same all the time. They were now convinced that Danny was telling the truth because he usually didnt' think that fast. Pat turned on the t.v. and put on Passions as a Ron repellant. If there anything that Ron hated, it was soaps. |