Everyone knew Mituna or Kurloz were the guys you went to if you wanted to smoke the good stuff. No one knew where either got their stashes, but everyone knew that whatever they smoked, it was strong.

You preferred Mituna. Kurloz kind of scared you. Just a little bit. That's how, today, you found yourself with Mituna in his hive, both of you smoking a blunt together. Your mind had gone fuzzy and your body felt pleasantly light yet heavy. Light danced behind your eyes, feeling strange yet awesome at the same time.

Mituna leaned against your side, smoking his blunt. He didn't say anything, occasionally only laughing at what seemed like a blank wall. Both of you were beyond gone, off in your own little lands.