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Part I

The phone on my desk started ringing about 10:30 that morning.I was supposed to be open for business,but a late night put me to bed late,and I wasn't stirring for nothing.It stopped eventually,but I was up.No use trying to drop back off,I thought,I had a feeling that it would ring again soon,and I wasn't wrong.I rolled over and grabbed the pipe left from last nights night cap.As I puffed it into life,the phone started it's annoying buzz again.
Who am I?My name's Jay Token.Forget the jokes,I've heard them all.I am the only pot detective that I know.What's a pot detective,you say?
Years ago,I saw the way that people could be ripped off or gyped by a bum,but they couldn't go to the cops,could they?So when they lost their herb,or got ripped off,they could call me,the Pot Detective.What do I do?I help the weak in their struggle with the thieves and low lifes that they couldn't possibly call the cops about when they get ripped off.In other words,I help them get their stash back,or if not that,then at least smoke one with them to help them chill out.
I shuffled over to my desk and sat down,grabbing a roach out of the ashtray and firing it up.Picking up the reciever I put it to my ear and said "Hello?".
"Token,that you?"
"Yeah,Jay Token,at your service."Who would this be?Silence met me for a second before a cold voice said..
"Stay away from the Govenor's daughter,asshole,or you'll be taking your last toke."
Fool started laughing as I yelled into the phone,then before I could get rolling with my response,a click came over the line and then went dead.
I set the phone back on the cradle as I hit the roach again.What does this all mean?Probably a mistake or something.I didn't even know any governors daughter.One thing for sure though,I wasn't going back to sleep,now,so I might as well get a buzz going.Swiveling my chair around,I looked out the window at the skyline,and fired up my desk hooka.On the second hit I took,the phone rang.I put down the lighter as I reached for the phone for the second time that morning.
"Hello?"
"Is this Mr. Jay Token?"A subdued womans voice answered as I picked up the lighter again.
"Yeah,this is Jay.What can I do for ya mam?"
"I have heard that you could take care of a problem I have sir,and be discrete about it?"Her voice was clear,but had a tone I to it I knew,the one that said she was coming down and needed to puff one.
"What is the problem mam?"
"Uh...could you possibly come to my home,Mr Token?I could send the limo' around for you in about an hour,perhaps?"The line went silent?
Limo?I sniffed some money and perked right up.As I set the lighter down again,I said,"That sounds good mam,and your name is?"
"Boll,Mr. Token.Anita Boll."
"Do you know where my office is?"
"Yes,it's at your house.Am I correct?"Nice voice.
"Sure,Ms. Boll,thats it."
"Well,I shall see you around lunch then,shall we say?"
"Yes mam,that will be fine."I said.
I said goodbye and set the phone down.If I was going out,I needed a shower and shave,so I headed for the bathroom,grabbing a pre-rolled spliff from my pack on the table.

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I wasn't outside too long before the stretch rolled up to my door.I was wondering what a person like this would need a pot detective for as I fired up my glass and kicked back in the leather seats.I guess I would just have to enjoy the ride until I got to my destination.
The driver asked me if I needed anything as I fired up another joint,
so I told him to kick the tunes on as I puffed away on the jay.
"Who's this Anita Boll that you work for,"I asked the driver.
"Mrs. Boll is governor Bolls wife.The governor was the lt. governor of the state some years ago,then he went into retirement and devoted his life to the Mrs. when she became ill,"the driver started off.
"Whats wrong with her,"I asked?
"I was instructed to say no more.Mrs. Boll prefers to make her own explanations when it concerns business."
Now maybe he knew what I was being brought out for,but he kept his word and didn't say anything else the rest of the trip.
It wasn't long before we turned into a long drive flanked by tree's and shrubs.The driveway curved along for a bit before the biggest house I have ever seen came into view.Did I say house?That doesn't really describe this mansion,and a mansion it was.At least twenty or so rooms by my estimation,and three stories high,smooth white columns and gleaming stone hit my eyes as I hit the hookah that was sitting in the seat with a packed bowl.
A gardener was smoothing out the gravel around the bushes in front as we rolled to a stop at the front door.
"Hey guy,I didn't catch your name."
"Thats because I didn't tell you."The drivers smile stayed glued to his face as he turned around to close my door and start back towards the front seat.
I fired up another spliff as I turned away from the driver.Before I could knock though,the door swung open and a butler dude swept back to let me enter.Gleaming crystal and artwork greeted my eyes as I stepped into the house.This was the big time for a lowly pot detective,so I stopped for a minute to admire the show.
"Can I say who is calling sir?"
"Sure you can.Jay Token,geevesy,Pot Detective.At your service,to see Mrs.Boll."
"Is she expecting you, sir?The Mrs. doesn't have many visitors since her illness."
"Sure she is,old man.She's the one sent that ride out for me.."This one seemed a little dense.
"Pleae wait here,sir,and I shall announce you.And by the way sir,the name is not geeves,it's Ben sir,Ben Feening."
As he turned away,I caught a glimpse of a tall girl who appparently had been watching me from the upstairs.Or maybe it was just my imagination.I fired up my glass to help clear my mind from the ride.
Ben returned before I could take another hit,asking me to follow him.It took a bit but we finally came to a very tall door that Ben Feening the butler tapped at with his hand.
"Yes",came from the other side.
Ben opened the door and said in a loud voice,"Mr Jay Token,sir,Pot detective."I followed his outstreched arm into the room.
Before me was a man of average height and color,with silver hair razor cut and shining.A striking woman of the same age sat next to a wheelchair a few feet away with a smile of welcome on her face.
"Ah,Mr. Token,thank you for coming so quickly.May I offer you anything?"
"Darling,"the lady said,"Mr Token will think us barberians.I think introductions are in order first,don't you?"
"Of course my dear,how silly of me.This mess has me flustered,I believe."
"Mr. Token,allow me to introduce myself.I am I.Paca Boll,and this is my wife,Anita.I believe she has talked with you on the phone."
I shook hands all around and sat down next to the Mrs. on the couch.
"Mind if I smoke?"I pulled out a spliff to show them.
"No,Mr Token,Not at all.We will join you if you don't mind."
I fired up the chibba and we passed it around a few times before the
man of the house started talking.

soybomb

This is a great story, the character names are hilarious. I can't wait to see Part III.

Ross

Yeah, I am enjoying it so far and I am looking forward to part three. Has jay smoked a whole oz so far in this story?

maryjanie

I really like it! it was fun to read. Anita Boll, i love that name, it would fit me well, i was in need of a bowl today, and plenty of other times. I want to use anita boll as like a nickname sometime if you wouldn't mind.
token's smoked about 8 grams so far i'm guessing. What's the truth dedbr?

schwadood

Hahaha this is great. Thats what the world needs a pot detective. i think you could handle the task, dedbr. My only question is where are Holden Green and Alice D. Tripper?

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Part Three
"Years ago,Mr Token,we found ancient manuscripts describing a wonderful society,founded on the daily use of marijuana.But becuase of the age of the works,the city's that are named have faded into sand from times on past."
"The reason that we would like to find the city shall become clear to you Mr. Jay,as the story goes on."
I kicked back into the couch and got ready for a doozie of a story.
"In this city,Mr.Token,everyone lived in peace,thinking only of the betterment of their society and their friends welfare.As described in the papers,the great city of Bong was a paradise,and the best thing about Bong was that it was always full of marijuana,because it grew in huge patches all over Bong,wild as could be.The people ate it and drank it and smoked it all day long.
It enabled them to learn the secrets of happiness and good will,which made their society self fullfilling.A true paradise."
I'm so ready for the rest of the story by now,that I can't stand it.We fired up another bowl before the end comes.
"Of course,all good things will be the envy of those that don't have them,and it came to pass that an evil nation wanted to destroy the Bongers,the Stars.The Stars were never happy and never wanted anyone else to be happy if they couldn't be.They finally destroyed the Bongers and wiped their civilization out."
Too bad for them,Huh?I sat back and hit the bowl again.
"The papers were a bit faded at this point,but they speak of a traveler who came upon the ashes of the city.He stared at the old ruins in awe,but cold and hungry,he built a fire out of a stack of some tree that was there,and happened upon a bag of old grain to take care of his shrunken belly."
"Well,we all know what that was in that grain.THC!He was saved that very night by the power of that ancient Bong crop!Starting back to civilization the next day,with his back bent by the load of Bong crop on his back,the traveler took a final look as he passed over the hills,around the valley that is the bowl of Bong!"
"Upon his return to the world,storms beset him.Lost in the darkness of the storms fury,his strength sapped,he lay on the floor of the desert,waiting for death."
Days went by,soon a caravan passed.The scout from the caravan saw the traveler in the sand,and picked him up.
"Go into the desert,and find the city,said the Traveler,look for the Bong crop."With those words the traveler was gone,but on his body were the manuscripts we now have."
"They tell us of a city in ruins,but the traveler said in his writings that the crop still flourishes,only waiting for someone to fill the Bong again!"
"Well,Mr. Token,Sound interesting?"He said as he hit the dregs of the bowl.
I was interested.Who wouldn't be?A city of herb,ripe for the taking?Any of us would.
"Mr. Token,here is what I propose to you then.With your background and experience,help us find the bowl of Bong!Take us to the city that has this magic herb that allows man to be at his best,instead of at his worse.Guide us to this place,because there was one other thing about the traveler papers Mr Token,one more curios little thing that makes this all worthwhile."
"The papers mention a special blue plant.One that makes the lame walk.You see Mr. Token,no one was sick or crippled after they smoked the Blue herb.And it could save ny wife from this bitter prison of the chair."
He looked like he was going to choke up for a bit,but I handed him a fresh bowl,and he perked right back up.