It was a cool day. Made him not enjoy the 

vape

as much. Balmy summer days he could hit the magic all day err day. Would kill his throat, but fuck he would take another hit gladly.

In the cold, he'd rather keep his fingers warm.

He was driving his car over to Fog City. He had to check out the source of the photo. Why had James sent that picture.

And what the hell was James doing all the way over on exit 80. Fog City. He had looked like he had dirt on his face. Like he had been camping out there for a while.

Max wished he had a gun at this point. Shit could go down he thought. He thought this for a moment then quickly brushed it off. Decided to take another hit. That relaxed him. Nothing was going to happen. This wasn't a movie.