I'm running down the dock with my suitcase clutched to my chest. I'm also praying that the gun-toting trustafarian hasn't completely snapped and isn't aiming his AK at my shoulder blades. I mean- can't a guy just attend a nice, normal, civilized dope deal anymore?
I've been on this island less than an hour at this point. Why do I always end up in these situations?
The rattling of Boomer's moped approaches from behind with him yelling, "Whoah! Doc! Hold on! Where ya goin' man?" He pulls up along side me as I continue to run- "Bro- where are you running to? Brian's cool- he just wanted to show you his gun collection".
I scream at Boomer, "Really? That's all? He was just showing me his gun collection? What kind of sick fuck pulls out that kind of heat at a buy just to show it off?"
Boomer chuckles, "You actually kind of hurt his feelings running out of there like that. You should go back and apologize".
"Apologize? You want me to apologize to that nut-job? And for the record, I fuckin' hate the Allman Brothers man!". I stop running as Boomer cuts in front of me.
"Alright alright bro. Easy does it man. Look- I can see where Brian comes off a little weird but trust me- he's a good guy.", Boomer reasures me.
"Oh really? If he's such a good guy then why did he just sell you twenty dollars worth of brown frown for a C-note?"
Boomer pulls out the little plastic pill bottle, unscrews the lid and sticks his beak in deep- sniffing. "Nah. This is good shit man! Brian wouldn't do me like that!".
"Wait here.", I say to Boomer then duck into a nearby public restroom. I go into one of the stalls, open my suitcase and break off a nugget of extremely pungent Northern California Cheese. I return to Boomer and hand him the bud- his eyes grow wide as his mouth drops open. Again, he lifts the ganja to his nose but this time when he sniffs, his head jerks back as though he's received an uppercut.
"WHOAH! Now that is some REALLY good weed!" Realizing he's been had, Boomer looks back at Brian's Daddy's yacht. "That little motherfucker! I'm gonna kick his dready little ass!" Boomer makes a move to turn his moped around but before he can, I grab the front handbrake causing him to lurch forward, his chest hitting the handlebars.
"You sure you wanna confront Brian and his two friends over a lousy dime bag? I mean- I'm guessing he's got those AK's for a reason. Wouldn't you?"
Boomer considers this as his shoulders drop. "Fuck. That little bitch."
"Forget about it man.", I say. "Let's go somewhere and smoke some of the Dr's special private reserve." I grab the helmet and hop on the back of Boomer's moped. As we pull away down the dock, Boomer tosses the vial of Brian's dirt-weed into the harbor.