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Hahah this story is great. I love it. Anita Bowl. Kind its all so stonerific

 

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At nine thousand,one hundred and twenty five days,the communications satellite Kretznov was ruled obsolete.Twenty five years before it had been launched by the Soviet Union as the best and newest thing in satellite communications,years ahead of it's time.

Now they were unwilling to pay the U.S.to pull it back up in it's proper orbit.Let it fall,they said.It has done the job it was tasked for,it will burn up in the re-entry and never touch the planet's surface.Even though it weighted 4 tons,it still could never break thru the Earth's atmosphere.It would melt.It would melt.

Day 9126

The Kretznov moved a fraction of a fraction of an inch.A move so small that it was undetectable
to the human eye.It was still moving at a speed of about 5200 feet per second,but now it was a millimeter of space closer to earth,coming home to the place of it's birth.
And after all,whats another piece of space junk,more or less.Even though it was going to re-enter the Earth's atmosphere,it would burn up and not pose a problem to the surface of the planet anywhere.Nothing to worry about...

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Freakish

heheh, thats fuuny... I have this image of Mr. Boll trying to tell Jay a sad story and in the beckground jay Token is taking noisy bubbler hits and pretending to listen, lol

good story, wheres the next chapter?

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"I tell you what though,"I said",Let's get the chauffer to run me back to my place and pick up a few clothes and some of my personal stuff.I need to pick up my buddy,too.I don't go anywhere without my faithful companion,Bud."
"Mr Token,I thought we had made it clear that this was a matter of utmost secrecy!No one else is to be included in our plans in order to maintain the secrecy required to make this venture a success,surely you can see this,sir?"
"I can see that,sure,but I think you missed the point of my friend coming along.He can smell a pot plant from a quarter mile away,and can see farther than any one I know."
"Oh,and one other thing,Bud's a dog,Mr. Bowl,a seventy pound German Shepherd crossed with a wolf.He can be an asset to us if we get into a tight spot.Besides that,if the Bud doesn't go,I don't go.You get my meaning now,don't you sir?"
I just stood there for a second before he nodded his head and said,"Sure Jay,your friend Bud can go with us!Sounds like he will be a useful companion to us all."
"Hurry back,Jay,"said Kind,"I can't wait to get to know you a little better."The impish smile she was giving me said I would enjoy it too.

We said our goodbyes at the door.Until I knew where the location of the Bowl was at,I wouldn't have much to do except wait for Bud to need to go out,our maybe roll a few emergency joint's.The stash was getting low it seemed,so first item on the agenda would be to get back to the airplane hanger I called home and twist a few for emergencies.

I climbed in the door of the limo and fired up a bowl as the car rolled out the drive.

The glass between the driver and me was up,so I called up on the intercom to have him roll it down.
"So."I took another deep hit that went to my toe's before I continued.
"You are working for the Bowl's how long,Mr....??"
The driver just kept his head facing towards the front.OK,he want's to be stupid,I could be too.
"Hey stupid,let's get something straight!I work for the old man on a job that is going to be pretty big,if it all comes to fruition,so I don't need the attitude from the hired help.Ya got that sir?
"Yeah,I have got it..."He still hadn't looked in the mirror.
"What is you're name?"Silence for a second.
"Joseph."
"Last name,Joey..."
"Waits."
"Jowey Waits.OK.Now Joey,how many years have you worked for the Boll's."I asked.
"Six month's sir."
"Six month's?What happened to the last driver,Joey?
He glared up at me as he answered,"He had a heart attack and died spread out on the front seat.
He was picking up a few last errant pieces of dust that had some how reached the inside of the limo,when he just faded over in the seat and died.We have it on tape.The garage is monitored with security camera's.For that matter sir,the whole compound is wired."

He looked back down in time to see the light had changed and put on his brakes.

"How are they to work for?Seemed like nice people to me."

"They treat me very well.I have no complaint's,"He returned his gaze to the road.

"Well let me ask you a question,there Joe.Why do you have a twist in your tail about me?"You could see his mind working in his eyes as he thought about his answer.

"Mr. Boll asked me too do the job he has gotten you to do.When he told me the pay of 100,000,I jumped at it.I knew it was too cheap,but I figured that he wouldn't know,I just wanted in on the deal."
"He told me the next day,that even though I seemed capable,they needed a man that could show preacticable experience in just such an undertaking as this.I suppose now that they have hired you,we will be leaving shortly for the spot on I.Paca's map.What it really amounted too was the money.Ivana told me that he already had the estimates on materials and logistic's,and he also had
an estimate of how much a good major domo would cost.I let myself go too cheap.Mr. Boll doesn't like to have second best.He figures the best money can buy is the only way to fly."

We slowly rolled to stop in front of my house,a small converted airplane hanger at the local airport,a two story job that, over the years,I had converted to my own needs.The outside was still the same as the day it was built,seventy five year's ago,corrugated metal with flaking white paint.
At the same time,I took down a last hit from the bowl,at about the same time everything went to white,then nothing...

AndieBear

Don't leave me hangin'? I'm sorry I haven't been able to get to your story sooner but damn it! Don't stop there. What happened?

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Ten people who speak, make more noise than ten thousand who are silent.

 

ThaNarc

And then what happened?

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Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand, I don’t talk much I’m quite man. Beauty and silence both run deep, and I’m running like crazy while you are asleep. You got news for me, I got nothing for you. Don’t pen your blues on me, just go ahead and do whatever you wish to.
Excerpt from “Quite Man” by John Prine

Blunted420Life

AND THEN....!

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The first thing that I knew after the bomb went off was the noise of the hospital outside my room at the end of the hall on the third floor.My mind turned back on disoriented and fogged.
Nice combo,huh.I reached for a joint to bring it all back,but my hand just slipped past my pocket,and I realized that I wasn't wearing anything that had pocket's as the pain crept up and smacked me all over.
That's when I opened my eye's long enough to see the inside of the hospital room I was in,brilliant white flashed and blinded at the same time.I closed my eye's and brought my arm up in front of my face to block the light.
"Are you O.K. Jay?"My part time secretary,Molly,was sitting at the foot of the bed,probably armed and waiting for the punk's who had blown me up to try again.
About this time I noticed something strange,I was wiping my face and no hand was there.As a matter of fact,nothing was any where.
I looked at Molly,and noticed that she was crying,then I noticed that the pain was washing over me again.
"Jay,baby,don't move O.K.,just listen.You were in an explosion.They managed to get you out of the car,but you were hurt.You were hurt bad,Jay.Very bad."
I opened my eyes again,but couldn't help but wonder when the pain would stop,Molly crying over me as I slowly focused on my new reality.
"Jay,you don't have any arm's honey.You lost one of your legs,but they managed to save one.You got burnt pretty bad babe.Your hair and face are scared pretty badly."
She stopped talking and let the tear's go then for real,getting me all choked up in the process.
I tried to talk and it sounded like a croak from a fat frog.She got me some water and I finally spoke.
"Shut the door and fire up a hooter.I need a damn good buzz!"

KahunaBudz

brilliant, absolutely brilliant!

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Part 9

I didn't get that buzz for a while.I was sick puppy for a while,what with the drugs they were giving me and just trying to survive.Molly rolled in about three weeks later with some good cookies and brownies,
but that sugar is hard on me,so I really didn't eat many.Most of the time I just layed there and felt sorry for myself.No arm's and only one leg,I was going to be the life of any party.I don't like to think about those day's too much.Thank who ever's in charge that the drugs just made them a blur,a fog of white in my memory that every day get's dimmer and fuzzier in my head.
After a few week's,I got off my back and got in a chair.My new leg's were called wheel's and they whirred around under me as Molly pushed me down the hall to the elevator.I needed to feel the sun on my neck,so we headed out for a roll in the street.
Molly,God Bless her.I knew she liked me,but in the next few week's of rehab,she became my gaurdian angel,feeding me when I was hungry and holding me when I cried.Helping to clean me up,and being there at night when the night sweat's rolled me in sickness.
I'm not going to bore you with a bunch of crap about my recovery.I think you all know what a hospital is,and recovery and learning to get used to the blister's you wear on your stumps from the fake arms and leg's they try to get you to accept.You don't ever get used to the plastic smell and the salve you have to use to keep them on for long enough to wear them all the time.
But you want to be normal again,so you use them and try to pretend that it's OK,and you smile for the doc's and the therapist's,cause the smile's will get you out of the hospital,so you do it,even though there is no smile in your soul,just hatred and revenge and pain.Oh yes,the pain is a new friend.He walk's every step with you and stab's you with his invisible needles,keeping your face drawn and your back bent.You wear a mask on your face of his design,his lines and pallor showing on you.
The day finally came for me to leave the hospital.I couldn't hide there forever,even though I wanted to at times.Just let me stay another day I thought so often.The ones who did this to me are still out there and they may still want my blood,possesion of my soul may not be enough.
I rolled to the door but I pegged out to the car.I had the cripples hobble down pretty good by then,a lazy sweeping gate that had become my calling card.Here I am world,Jay Token,former Pot Detective and now the
amazing plastic man.Oh hell,I am too morbid.Yell at me and say shut up.Quit feeling sorry for myself,you are still alive you fool.
Molly drove me home to the hanger,a smile on her face and happy chatter in her eyes,driving by feel as she watched my face for reactions to her banter.I just grinned that dopy grin and held my self in check.I could wait to get home and see old Bud again,I had plenty of time.That's all I had was time now.