Ganja Tales. Craig Pugh

band had a gig there,” Dave said. “The guy you saw her with was probably in the band, that’s all.”

      But that did it for Dave. Agitation showed in his frown and furrowed brow, and at the same time he seemed confused. He glanced around the room like seeing it fresh for the first time … like waking up from a dream, you know what I mean? He looked at us and the dog, and we’re all holding our breaths like Hey, What’s up brother? Peace in the hood, right?

      And Dave scratches his head. “I’m gonna go show Tammi this piece,” he says, and we’re going “Yeah, good idea, bro, go show Tammi,” trying not to laugh. I mean, it wasn’t funny, but it was funny. Does that make any sense?

      So he shuts the torch off and walks out, and Ted and I look at each other and go, “Oh Shit!” and start cracking up big-time--not at Dave--but because the incredible tension was suddenly gone.

      And Ted says, “Can you believe it?” and I am shaking my head back-and-forth, rolling my eyes in disbelief, free of a great burden, the weight of the world off our shoulders, brother--the weight of the world.

      So what’s up? Hey, I got some of those ‘shrooms. Wanna party?