Fester's Movies, Greenwich Village, Manhattan, New York City. Friday, July 1st, 1992. 5 PM.
Noah sat behind the counter, reading the latest Stephen King book on the market, titled "Some Story About Some Everyday Object That Turns Out To Have A Mind Of It's Own And Starts Killing People".
His calm reading, however, was interrupted by the chime of the bell on top of the entry door to the store. Announcing someone had walked into the store. The know-it-all lowered his book and glared at the recently arrived person.
"What do you want?" Noah asked.
"Weed." Duncan replied.
"What am I now? Your dealer?" Noah replied, sarcastically.
"No...but YOUR dealer Weedo has some good stuff, and I know, since I tried it in L.A., so I want some of his good stuff." Duncan said.
"Fine...I'll take you to Weedo." Noah said. "For twenty bucks."
"Are you crazy!?" Duncan exclaimed.
"Hey, do you want prime weed or not?" Noah asked.
"Fine." Duncan said and reluctantly handed Noah a twenty.
"Alright, I'll take you to him now in my Dodge." Noah said.
"It used to be my Dodge." Duncan said.
"The keywords are 'used to'." Noah said. "Now come on."
Bedford, Brooklyn. 1 Hour later.
The black 1974 Dodge Challenger stopped in front of a large apartment building in the neighbourhood of Bedford. Duncan and Noah climbed out. Outside the apartment building were several black guys. They all were packing heat.
As they walked by:
"Hey Noah." They all waved in unison.
"Hey Steve, Jack, Carl, Lil' Devil, JD." Noah called back.
"How do you know those guys?" Duncan asked.
"They're part of Weedo's gang." Noah replied.
They walked up the small five stair staircase that led to a metal door which in turn led into the apartment complex. Noah pushed the door open and stepped in, Duncan behind him. They climbed up to the first floor of the building and went for the door of apartment 1D. Noah knocked on the door.
An african-american man opened the door for them. He was speaking on a cell phone as he opened the door and signaled Noah and Duncan to come in and shut up. Duncan managed to hear what the man, whom Noah told him was Weedo, was saying, but he didn't understand since he was speaking in a badly pronounced spanish.
"Juan Pedro Fasola, nuestro gran amigo. Que ganas de verte tenemos todos acá. Hace cuanto tiempo que no te sentimos. Contando aquel cuento de la buena pipa y va. Fasolita querido, a ver cuando venís por acá. Fasolita querido, que te quiero ver, te quiero contar, lo mal que se vive lo bien que se está."
Weedo then hung up.
"Uoh oh, uoh oh, uoh oh, uoh oh, uoh oh!" Weedo chanted in anger.
"What the hell, Weedo?" Noah said.
"Sorry, my supplier is screwed." Weedo said.
"What do you mean?" Duncan asked.
"I mean I can't sell you any weed." Weedo said.
"Why not?"
"Because I barely have any and it's very prime quality which is already reserved for pre-calling customers." Weedo explained.
"What, now you have to reserve reefer before buying it?" Duncan asked.
"In these harsh times...yeah." Weedo said.
"Harsh times?" Duncan said.
"Yeah, you see, I get my weed which I sell to you from a guy called Juan Pedro Fasola in Argentina."
"Argentina?" Duncan asked. "What's that some russian populated country?"
"It's a country in South America, moron." Noah scolded him. "Go on, Weedo."
"Well, anyway. Right now Argentina is on a dry spell. There's barely any weed down there, so weed dealers are selling all they've got down there and not bringing any up here, so people who buy weed from Argentine dealers, which is one of the best kinds of weed, don't have any right now." Weedo explained.
"How many dealers buy weed from Argentine suppliers?" Duncan asked.
"Let me see...two, three, four...every dealer in the city." Weedo replied.
"Shit!" Duncan yelled.
"Sorry guys, but until this drought runs out then NYC will be weed free." Weedo said. "Hey that rhymes."
"Do you have any idea how long it'll be before they begin shipping in weed again?" Duncan asked.
"Well the drought began because the summer heat down there ruined all the plantations in January, and trhen the intense winter cold kept them ruined, so I'm guessing that as soon the winter down there and the summer up here passes the plantations will be growing again. So you'll have to wait until the summer of this year ends." Weedo said. "The summer of '92."
"Shit." They exclaimed in unison.
The next day, 1 PM.
"Duncan, what's the problem?" Courtney asked.
They had gone on a walk to Central Park as part of their date, but Courtney found that Duncan had been on a real big daze since their date began.
"What?"
"I said what's the problem?" Courtney repeated.
"Long story." Duncan said.
They had been walking around the park for about half an hour since they finished lunch. However, Duncan had been pretty out of himself since he was wondering about the weed supplies. Since his body was used to consume weed every once in a while and the lack of it in his system at the time was making him very tired.
"I'm just feeling really tired." Duncan said.
"What's up, Dunkie?" Courtney said, teasing. "You sick?"
"Very funny, Princess."
They walked down a sidealk for a minute until Courtney spotted a stopped ice cream truck.
"Hey Princess. Want ice cream?" Duncan asked.
"Sure, why not?" Courtney replied.
"Alright, just sit down on that bench and I'll get us some." Duncan said.
Courtney went over to a nearby bench and sat down, looking at Duncan as he went for the ice cream truck. He ordered himself some chocolate and ordered Courteny lemon. Her favourite. As the ice cream man was handing the cones to him, Duncan's phone rang.
"Hold them for a second." He told the ice cream man.
Duncan answered
"Yeah." He said into the phone.
"Hey Duncan." Noah said. "I have good news."
"What is it?"
"I have some weed." Noah said.
"Awesome, dude!" Duncan exclaimed.
"So if you want it you gotta come now...I mean now, cause in a while it'll be gone." Noah explained.
"Alright dude, I'll be there in..."
Duncan stopped talking when his eyes landed on Courtney. She was smiling and looking at the nature around the Central Park, which is in reality the only place you'll find nature in New York. Her eyes then met his and he just couldn't keep on talking when he saw her smiling at him with that cute little smile of hers, her onyx eyes making him blush slightly.
"Hey Duncan, are you still there?" Noah asked.
"Yeah, I gotta turn down your offer." Duncan said.
"Dude, do I need to remind you that no new weed will be grown throughout the summer and that since weed plants take at least three months to grow, you may not get sweet Mary Jane for at least five or six months?" Noah said.
"Don't care." Duncan said.
He looked reassuringly at Courtney once again and smiled.
"I have something better."