Chapter 2
The airport was buzzing with life in New York City. But Jimmy didn't have to worry about that, he had a private jet.
"So, the plane won't be ready to depart until a few more hours?"
Jimmy swore and listened intently to his cellphone.
"All right... But you better be ready when I come back to this airport at exactly 4:00. If you aren't, I'll just fire you and get someone younger and more fast-paced, comprende?"
He slammed the cellphone down onto the table he was sitting at.
"Damn these incompetent fools. Arrggghhh... Now I have 3 hours to spend in Washington D.C... All by myself.. In this place of..."
Jimmy stopped mid-sentence.
"...Misery."
He had decided to go meet Daniel, his old roommate, to whom he had given him his old apartment.
Jimmy rang the doorbell and waited.
"If you're selling anything, I don't want it..."
The door opened, showing a surprised Daniel in the doorway.
"Hello, Daniel. How's life treating you?" Jimmy asked with emphasis on the word 'you'.
"I-I'm fine, Jimmy. How are you doing? Uhh--Come in, come in," stuttered Daniel.
"For God sakes Daniel, it's only been one year! It's not like we're complete strangers! I mean, if we were, why would I have given you my old apartment? And why would you have been my roommate?"
Jimmy's sense of humor was returning as he got warmer toward his friend.
"So... How are your...companies?" asked Daniel, returning from the kitchen with two cans of beer.
Jimmy motioned for the beer to be put away.
"I don't drink," he muttered.
"Anyway, Uh... My companies are doing absolutely fine. I mean, stocks have gone up and sales are booming!"
Daniel nodded here and there.
"Yeah...So.. Thinking of becoming President yet?"
Jimmy looked around.
"Actually, I switched majors.. I'm going to become a doctor."
Daniel smiled at the sight of Jimmy smiling back at him.
"Ahhh... Are you going to switch colleges or are you going to stay in the one you're in now?" asked Jimmy with only a slight interest.
"I'm gonna go to Cambridge."
"Cambridge? Huh, England..."
"Yeah... Uh.. Jimmy?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember that time when we went to that party and we got stoned?"
Jimmy grunted, staring at the hole in the wall. He glanced at the scar he had gotten when he punched that wall. It was a shining white crescent moon of scar tissue on his knuckle.
'I did that... I punched the wall... Cindy... Libby...'
"Jimmy?" asked Daniel as he waved his hand in front of Jimmy's face.
"Huh?"
"I was wondering maybe... You want to try getting stoned again?"
He pulled out a small baggie.
"Dude... How can you try getting stoned with that much weed?"
Daniel laughed.
"Well... Let's just say I've built up a kind of... Immunity."
Jimmy laughed along.
"Well, it can't hurt me to try just a little bit before I leave."
Daniel had begun ripping large pieces of paper in half.
"So... Daniel... Got a girlfriend?"
"Nah... I can't seem to find the right one, you know?"
The friendlyness was seeping in.
"Ahh.. I see."
Daniel handed a thin, rolled up strip of paper to Jimmy.
"Light her up."
Jimmy grined devilishly before clicking on the lighter.
"You don't have to say that twice."
AN: Tsk, Tsk. Jimmy is on drugs.. And Daniel too, don't forget Daniel. Well, I just felt like adding some DRUGS to the story, since you know...
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