Stan moved over from his puke stain. A nice way to mark his territory.
Lightheaded, he went and sat on the old futon in the barn. It was an ugly green but soft. He lay down and looked at his dad's Pink Floyd and Beatles posters. The art looked nice.
He pulled up Spotify and picked a 420 theme playlist. He laughed to himself, his brain working over the harmonies. It made him want to make new music for Crimson Dawn. He sat on the futon, coughing and laughing to himself.
"Oh shit, is this what hippie music is for?"