Woke up, brought food, ogled a little TNG, hit the subway. Returned, showered, got a call.

"Hey, does that guy still have stuff?"

"Actually, I meant to tell you; he's into synthetics now."

"Acid?!"

"Yeah."

"Fuckin' A, bro! Call him up and tell him we can get it today!"

"Sure."

[hangs up]

[dials]

"Dude, got someone looking to buy."

"Great, come on over."

"Be there in a few."

[hangs up]

[re-dials]

"He's at home. Lemme throw some clothes on and I'll be up."

[hangs up]

I throw some jeans on and a shirt. I have no clean socks, so it's shoes without.

Directions.

Mapquest.

Print, fucker.

There's a horn honking.

Down the stairs, out the door.

"Other side, dude."

"Here you go; figured directions would be useful."

We drive.

This hill is fucking *steep*!

Two wrong turns and we still make it.

"Ah, that's the street he was talking about."

Found it.

[knock on the door]

"Dude!"

"Dude. Come in."

"Dude, dudes." [thumbs to driver and shotgun passenger]

"Hey, dudes. We're smokin'."

[in unison] "Cool."

We're 3 and 3.

Minor pleasantries and we get to it.

He gets six. I get a free firecracker and a token of appreciation.

I get the tour. The place is nice. Has a hot-tub and everything.

Brief smoke.

Watch snowboarding on PS2.

We jet.

Split up, hit home.

I'm starving. Haven't had time to actually eat since I woke. It's 15 to five, now. I fry up a burger.

Munch.

At some point, I depart for the bedroom.

Hours pass.

More hours pass.

I'm online.

ShadySunlight jumps me. I have no idea who she is. I've been pegged by one of my interests.

"Tell me a story."

She provides a topic, I spin a yarn.

She vanishes.

Bed, now.