He couldn't remember the last time he had bought
weed
. Smoking wasn't something he did alone. It was always just a way to get closer to other people. Or maybe that was the reason initially when getting high was a big social thing that connected people. But these days it seemed less a way to get closer to others and more a way to get distance.
Still, when Jasmine asked him if he could get some weed for her, he grew excited. It felt like they were scheduling a date together. But then he thought about it more and realized that they hadn't plan to smoke together. He had just assumed that. He felt bad for a moment and then Todd wimpered at him wanting more petting.
But a half an ounce. Why would anyone want to buy that much? Maybe she was a stoner? And maybe he could suggest that he smoke her down. He had to buy 5/8 of an ounce then so that he could pretend to be smoking her down with his own weed, rather than asking for charity.
He sighed. The park was serene. Empty. Just him and Todd. He was glad there were no high schooler around to harass him. A
Lana Del Rey
song came on inside his head and then he wished he was back with Cassie. Raising Todd together. He saw a familiar looking figure biking by. Shaggy hair. He couldn't ell right away who it was. He tried remembering who it was for a moment until his phone vibrated.
It was time. He was at the right place. For some reason he didn't want to invite Jasmine over to his apartment. Maybe he thought that would be too suggestive. Getting the weed was easy. His neighbor happened to be a dealer and he was on his good side. All he had to go was knock on his door and ask. He even got a good price.
<I'll be there in just a moment. Running late. At the gas station, do you want anything to drink?>
