Fleetwood Mac came on the radio.  The signal had gotten stronger as we dropped out of the foothills toward the valley. Marty and Monty began celebrating early (like opening a present on Christmas Eve).  Marty had an industrial-strength lighter that wicked a blue flame, even in the back of a top-down convertible.  Tito, Marty, and Monty blazed cannabis.  Blessed with the kind of concentration only made possible by the misapplication of prescription drugs, I blocked them out.


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