Chapter 14: A Bad Arrangement

Inhale. Exhale.

Nothing in this world conquered the natural euphoria of weed. Some called it hash. Hemp. The ganja. Reefer. Logan and Shane called it the good ole herb. Regardless of its name and slang, the herb served its purpose. And after what they had to deal with, a few good blunts prepared by Shane did the trick just fine.

Logan and Shane sat on Zamson's porch, knowing well that Zamson could not have gone far. For the sheer fact that Pandemona rested inside the garage, it was concluded that Zamson went on a lovely night walk to clear his mind and miss out on some good weed.

Except, Zamson was, in fact, not out on a lovely night walk.