Chapter 1

Timmy stumbled to a stop and stood there, looking around confusedly, swaying slightly. "Oh, yeah," he murmured, and turned to the right. Half falling, he lurched forward, caught himself and wandered along the side street.

"Hey, Guy. Come on," he heard voices demanding from his left. He saw his buddies up behind the parked cars in the dirt lot.

"Sheesh, hold on," he grunted, sounding aggravated, trying not to show his eagerness. He veered around and trod a mostly straight path up to where the others were waiting impatiently.

"Bout time," the big one sneered. "I thought you were going to get us high with some really great stuff."

"Yeah! Come on, asshole. Show us what you got," another of the crew demanded. A couple of others hovered there, watching and agreeing.

"I do, too, have it. I've got it right here," he whimpered, fumbling in his pockets. It was indeed very good weed, costly nearly all of the minimal wages he was made by pressing upholstery and draperies for the seamstresses at a nearby interior design company's fabricating department. He had gotten paid today, Friday, and spent nearly everything on scoring some good pot. His inebriated state made his fingers a tangle, but at last he grasped and drew out the baggie.