>>5803189>>5803206>>5803356>"which people from Fanum do you meet when selling weed?""Some teachers", he thinks for a couple of seconds, as if remembering their faces was a hard task, "Two women and a guy. Oh, yeah. That guy...", he sighs.
"Was he trouble?"
"Nah", he chuckles, "He tried to hit on me while we were talking about prices on the purple haze"
"Like... Trying to get a discount or...?"
"He said I had a 'nice smell of fresh leaves and water'. I never thought I'd hear such a weird and neat compliment like that, tell ya what!", he laughs and you can notie a founding smile on that memory.
"Okay. Focus, man. What can you tell more about these people?"
"Sure", he again tries to think, "They had weird pet names for each other, but, like, secret pet names"
"These are called 'wizard names', if you say they were 'weird ass witches'"
"No, not like Harry Potter shit. Like... The guy's called 'Ten-Hearts' and one girl 'Daytripper'. Don't sound like witchy name. The other girl didn't like that a bit. But she, oh boy, she's another weirdo! She rushed to bathroom one day when they came to buy more space brownies, probably ate some bad pizza I don't know. The other dude and dudette were joking between themselves, saying things like 'messing with faeries'. I know my shit is good, but damn. I wish I could see what that people see!"
"And...", you are baffled to hear such thing in such a hour of the day. But info is info, you can't deny that. "Their names?"
You even think for a second to ask about production on those brownies, but you knew it's crossing a line you didn't want with such precious source and buddy.
"The guy is 'Ethok', the girl is 'Kimberly' and the Miss No-Pet-Name is 'Gentle'. Doubt you will miss them. Professors, you know? And they all got around your age. Now, can we back on fucking track?"
"As you please", you take mental notes on those names to search later on Fanum's socials.
"Where was I?", he snaps fingers, "He was loaded, ready to get high like a kite in space. I gave him what his heart desired so much...", your dealer gives a dramatic pause.
"And...?"
"And he got stoned for three whole days. And I don't say metaphoricaly. It was like his mind wasn't there. His body moed by himself. His sister wanted to kill me and even threaten to call police. But... She didn't?"
"Why?"
"She said 'I trust he gonna go back to me'... Something on those lines"
"And he did! Hallelujah, he did!", he throws hands at sky, preaching. "He saw everything! Everything! He saw the cosmos as it was, he saw that big galaxy nebula hand and talked to it. He said he met greek and roman philosophers and together they unveiled secrets beyond human comprehension thought math and other sciences. He noted everything down and stuck that notebook hidden up the deepness of his ass. The boy changed. The boy changed..."
>"it's all chemical and relaxation. He felt his brain waves bigger. I bet 50 bucks">"glad he felt that way. Not everyone is capable." 