Sneaking About

I went into Daniel's room and nicked a bud from his stash. He and I stocked up together and I've finished mine and I knew he'd have some left.

I guess it's steeling, really. Technically. But, he keeps it in the same place, so I know where it is. There's not too much imagination put into that hiding spot.

He keeps it in the first draw under his iMac. It always makes me nervous, when I head in there. I think all sorts of conspiracy theories, like he has set up his iMac to start filming if anyone comes into his room. And there I am being caught red handed, you know, like out of those nanny-beats-the-child on monitor videos. Suddenly, the perpetrator caught, naked out in the open.

Anyway, it's nice to be stoned again this evening, no matter what the personal cost. Reputations ruined, friendships destroyed.

“You are nothing but a common thief.”

“Ah! You take that back.”

I must give Nick a call and see what he is up to. A phone call is the minimum requirement connecting our brotherly love. Ulterior motive? I wouldn’t say that, exactly. You give it such an ugly dimension, when you talk like that. First draw under the Mac has a lot to give yet, anyway, so I wouldn’t be calling him for that.

But, Nick knows a guy.

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