There is a cannabinoid dimension beyond that which is known to stoners. It is a dimension as vast as Tweed and as timeless as Woodstock. It is the middle ground between indica and sativa, between medical and recreational, and it lies between the plane of reality and the summit of his REM cycle. This is the dimension of psychedelia. It is an area which we call the Ganja Zone.
*bzz bzz* *bzz bzz* *bzz bzz*
Stevie rolls over in her bed and reaches for her phone on the nightstand. She squints at the screen. It's 9:24 am, six minutes before her alarm.
Broccoli Bunch: Group iMessage
Stevie swipes up on her phone to unlock it. Broccoli Bunch is usually never active this time of day.
Whitney: guess who's back!! and w/ some goodies to share ;)
Myles: is it green and leafy?
Whitney: i come back from CO and u think the first thing i'd b excited ab is bud? who do u think i am?? guess again
Bradley: pls tell me it's shatter
Whitney: u know me too well Brad đŸ˜‰ come thru!
*Myles is typing*
Stevie smiles and puts her phone down. Nothing brings the Bunch together like Broccoli, she thinks. Knowing her roommate too well, she counts down aloud, "Three...two...one..."
Her bedroom door swings open. The next second, Nicole is on her bed singing, "THE BEST PART OF WAKING UP IS CONCENTRATE SYRUP!"
Stevie laughs and rubs the sleep from her eyes. "Did Whitney mean come through now or whenever? I have errands to run first."
Nicole grimaces at her. "Since when did you require to run errands sober? That's no fun."
"You're joking, right? Those dabs would make me a dead shot pothead for any poor soul that encounters me," scoffs Stevie.
"Aren't you a pothead, though?" snickers Nicole. "Whatever! I'm gonna head over to her place in a bit. By the looks of it, everyone else says they're busy in the group chat."
Stevie gets up to look for an outfit in her closet. "Well, lucky you. That means you get first try! Do you think I can skip the coat for today?"
Nicole comes back into the room. "Probably not, it's supposed to be rainy and chilly today," she replies. "Let me know when you're finished with those errands, and make it spiffy. Don't wanna fall asleep during Kill Bill tonight! I'm heading out now."
"Alright, I'll see you Dab Queens later," Stevie yells out to Nicole as she grabs her keys and walks out the front door.
Nicole arrives at Whitney's apartment. "Sooo, how did 'Rado treat you? Everything you imagined?" she asks.
"It was that and more! There's just endless things to do and see. I wish the Bunch could make a trip up there all together some day. You all would lose your minds visiting the novelty dispensaries on every block. Anyways, guests first!" exclaims Whitney.
She opens a cabinet to retrieve the nectar collector. She takes a small spatula to lop off a piece of wax and hands it to Nicole. The flame from the blow torch roars gently over the collector's metal piece until it's white-hot.
Whitney nods in approval. "Cheers, my friend."
Nicole grins and takes a deep breath before she runs the collector over the spatula and inhales. Her eyes water as she holds her breath. She lets out and nearly coughs up a lung. Whitney giggles and hands her a bottle of water. She follows the same suit as Nicole had done.
"Just wait!" explains Whitney. She returns with a duffel bag. "Behold! Feast your eyes on..." She opens the bag, and plastic baggies tumble out: Nicole sees powders, crystals, dried mushrooms. "I'm expanding my business!" Whitney boasts.
Nicole forces her mouth shut and laughs nervously. "Wow. Where did you get all of this from?"
Whitney picks up one of the baggies and examines it. "Not that I don't trust you, I've just learned that this business is one of those 'don't ask, don't tell' kind of things. I met him in a dispensary in Colorado Springs. He doesn't look like the type to push these kinds of things around, but it's his family's business."
Nicole's head swims and her heart is racing. It didn't help that she was high either. "Just be careful, alright?"
Whitney rolls her eyes. "If I get caught, hopefully I can have my own Netflix show and it'll be epic," she laughs. She puts everything back into the duffel and zips it shut. "Want another dab? I'm probably going to take Lady out for a walk after if you'd like to join!"
Nicole scratches her head, and says, "No... that's okay. I have to finish some school stuff. Thanks for the dabs, though."
Whitney prepares a glob for herself. "Okay, no biggie. Torch me before you go?"
Nicole torches the collector for her friend for the last time and leaves the apartment.
Paranoia already begins to flood her mind, with one begging question: "Will the Bunch face Whitney's reckless consequences?" She sets out for home hoping her roommate could reason this out better.
Although Nicole already knew the answer, the matter was not if it will happen... but when? And by whom?