A home down the street in a neighborhood that seemed very suburban was occupied by 4 residents.
Yard Visik, Lenny Pensacotti, Richard "Dub" Loader and Thomas Wrectein. Each an upstanding and community minded individual willing to do just about anything for their neighbors....if this was 1953.
Its not. It's 2009.
They're all lazy unmotivated stoners.
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The house was a small rental. 3 rooms, 1 and a half bathrooms, a living room which was at the moment also a bedroom for one of the residents, a kitchen, a closet and a patio.
It was a house, like one you might see in a....a neighborhood say.
As the storm continued to build outside Yard was sitting around surfing the stations. His eyes were closing steadily but his finger seemed to be working at full retention. 3 stations per second, or 3 s/s. Pretty decent rate but most potheads have an increased surf sweep capacity anyway so it wasn't much of a surprise.
Lenny was on his computer in the corner of the living room puffing on a recently rolled joint, the fresh odor of cleanly burning purple kush filling the senses and enlightening the heart.
Richard or "Dub" as people called him, was sitting next to Yard loading his last bowl. It was from his dub sack to which his name came from. Dub had a tendency to buy reg's twenty sacks and would puff it all away in a single day.
He said it was his medication. Apparently the regular weed is merely his medication to sustain himself while the kine buds were always for enjoyment and celebration....and every day was a day to celebrate.
As everyone was in their appropriate place sitting in silence providing no real insight to the worlds problems, Tom came through the door in haste with a few bags in his arms. His eyes were slightly wild and looking around as though he was going through a lot of thoughts at once.
"Didja grab the Arizona tea?" Dub asked without detouring his attention from the task at hand.
Tom, still confused walked into the kitchen and started to slowly put the food away. He didn't answer Dub.
"Hey could you pour me a glass if you did get it?" Still Dub's eyes did not divert as he finished stuffing the remnants of his dub sack into the bongs bowl.
Lenny looked over at the kitchen and saw that Tom was lost in some kind of thought.
"You ok?" Lenny asked.
Tom looked up, a glaze coming over his expression.
"Ye...yeah. I'm fine. I just....just need to hit that."
Lenny got up and walked over to Tom handing him the kush J. Tom took a long drag on it and held it in for a moment before starting to explain something before he released the smoke.
"So...Bwub...uhb, I woos walking back....wheeeew!" He blew the smoke out. "Sorry...I was walking back and I passed by a car accident that had happened on a street a few blocks down. There weren't any police around."
Yard looked up from the tv.
"How bad was it?"
"The car had hit a fire hydrant and water was coming out. It didn't look bad but I saw some people. Couldn't make them out very well though." Tom replied.
"What were they doing? Were they hurt?" Len pondered.
"I don't really know. It looked like there was someone on the ground and two people were kneeling over them. Couldn't see what they were doing though."
The room got quiet. All of them realized that if it was only a few blocks away they would have heard sirens by now. This was not a good sign for them for while they were stoners and really lazy, they had a ethical responsibility as human beings to make sure someone was responding to the scene in case people were hurt.
"So who's gonna call?" Dub asked.
They all looked at each other. A moment went by and finally Tom sighed.
"I saw it, I guess I should be the one to call."
He walked over to the phone, picked it up and put it to his ear.
"Hey." Tom exclaimed, "The phones dead!"
The bad sign just got worse, now they might have to go check the accident on their own. Before any slow to progress ideas came to light though they lost theirs. The lights that is.
The whole house fell into darkness and an even heavier silence than before filling the house with the rain taking the tvs place as the dominant sound in the background.
Lenny took a puff from the joint.
Then there was a knock at the door. Everybody froze. The knock came again, urgently.
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