It was around 3 AM when Jude called you. He usually was up until late, so this wasn’t an uncommon occurence.

“Duuuuude,” Jude coughed. “I just found this wi-hi-cked new plug and he hooked me up with the gooood shit. Y’wanna come over and watch Zombie Destroyer Lady 3 and smoke?”

He sounded high, like always. “Juuuude,” You began. “Yeah, sure, I’ll be there in a few.”

There were few options of transportation at such a late hour. Steal parent’s car, walk, or skate. The roads were quiet, and your walkman was fully charged.

You climbed up to Jude’s window, tapping on it. “Duuuude,” Jude opened the window. “Juuuuude.” You responded.

“C’mere. Try this shit out, I feel like a wizard.” Jude patted his bed, while turning on the movie.