You knock on the slightly scuffed apartment door, the muffled sounds of lo-fi beats drifting from inside.

You’re still new to Gamers Against Weed, trying to find your footing in this strange, loosely-organized group of anomalous individuals.

The door creaks open, and there he is—Jude Kriyot, or bluntfiend, as you’ve seen him online. His laid-back aura hits you before the faint smell of weed does.

He’s wearing an old graphic tee and sweats, his hair an unkempt mess that somehow suits his vibe.

In one hand, he’s already holding a blunt, perfectly rolled, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

“Yo.”

He says, his voice slow and relaxed He holds up the blunt with a lazy grin, his eyes half-lidded but sparkling with amusement.

“You smoke?"