$160 Weed Haul From @GreenHillsPatientCenter in Show Lo Arizona

$160 Weed Haul From @GreenHillsPatientCenter in Show Lo Arizona

The newest dispensary reviewed Green Hills Patient Center in Show Low Arizona www.greenhillspatientcenter.com.

Today’s review is quality over quantity.  I normally pick up a strain or two for review at every dispensary; however, this deal made the most sense.  I purchased the High Grade mini slab for $110.00 and then received the gram of Drip for free, and the Red22 was $60.00.  I thought this was a good deal, and then they gave an additional 10% off the order bringing my total savings to be about $75.  This weed haul lasted my husband and me about 5 days, and because of the new patient specials, we were able to treat ourselves. Still, I have to pose the question does higher quality Cannabis lasts longer than lower quality cannabis.

Up to this point, my husband and I know that 12 grams of concentrate last us roughly 2 weeks.  With the High Grade and the Drip concentrates, ,I’m getting 4.5 grams of concentrate every 5 days, so making the same 12 that I’m using would cost me about $415 in a 2 week period.  Now we can sacrifice taste, gain carcinogens  lower and fuels, quality, and purchase $15-20 concentrates.  Purchasing $15-20 grams of shatter means I spend $200-230 every 2 weeks instead of $415, and that is still too expensive for most and sometimes me.  We live in a budgeting world where unemployment rates are still high, and most are trying to get by because of this “pandemic.”  I’ve watched the patient specials drop off the planet and the prices soar. I’ve watched people count their change and pay with rare $2 bills so that they can get relief from their symptoms, and I would like to see that change a little.

Historically sick people are also broke people.  I’ve watched cancer patients stay in chemo because “they didn’t have to pay for it,” and that’s hard for me to swallow.  4 years ago, I was given the opportunity to use RSO to cure my cancer, and I like so many though ya right it can’t be that easy, it was, and now medical marijuana is making its slow re-entry into the medical field.  Medical Marijuana doesn’t cure all cancers, but it does cure the symptoms of chemo, and for that reason alone, I would love to see insurance companies and Doctors embrace MMJ and work together for their patients.

3.5      Grams           Dr. Who Mini Slab Shatter from @HighGradeConcentrates
1         Gram             Cherry Pie Batter by @Drip
3.5      Grams           Shred 22 Flower by @RED22

 

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@Babebox June 2021 Unboxing and Review With Nicola

@Babebox June 2021 Unboxing and Review With Nicola

#Babebox @Babebox #cannabiscommunity #unboxing #subscriptionboxes

June 2021 Babe box includes:

Modelco Fibre Lash Mascara:  An award-winning mascara that uses unique technology nylon fibers to give high impact length and carnauba wax to keep lashes soft.  Give your lashes a little extra love by adding even more length and volume with our Fiber Extend Mascara. This 2-in-1 jet-black mascara has a unique curved brush that coats each lash for maximum definition. The feathery fibers attach to your lashes to add extra length and volume for an unforgettable look.

Estate Eye Shadow Duo in colors Underrated and Schmoney is This buttery smooth, and easily blended eyeshadow is quite easy to apply with your fingers or eyeshadow brush. All ESTATE COSMETICS products are cruelty-free, paraben-free, and phthalate-free.

Sophia Mabelle Perfecting Primer What It Does: If you are like us, when you spend time on your makeup, you want it to last—and this primer will do just that and more. It’s infused with hyaluronic acid (a holy grail hydrator) to quench your skin while creating a smooth base for flawless, fresh-looking makeup.
How to Use It: Smooth a small amount onto skin with your fingers before applying foundation.
More Reasons You’ll Love It: It also blurs the look of pores and imperfections for a smooth, bright complexion.
About the Brand: SOPHIA + MABELLE is an unfussy, universal beauty brand created to fit into any person’s beauty collection, no matter what stage of life they might be in.

Real Chemistry Cherry Lip Peel the Real Chemistry Environmental Rescue Rich Cherry Lip Peel infuses powerful antioxidants and deeply peels excess, flaky tissue using a proprietary formula, plumping, smoothing, and restoring lips, while you enjoy a hydrating boost.

Made with a modified, edible version of Real Chemistry’s original peel formula and enhanced with Ganoderma Lucidum and other powerful antioxidants, the Real Chemistry Environmental Rescue Rich Cherry Lip Peel gently removes excess flaky lip tissue, revealing a smooth canvas for lip conditioners and color. This powerful but gentle lip peel resurfaces the lips using only edible ingredients (we still suggest you not eat it!) and leaves lips healthy, plump, supple, and silky. You may have never experienced your very best lips. Discover what is under there and enjoy what you find!

This wicked little lip peel is perfect for dealing with parched, dry, flaky, or diminished lips after over-exposure to the sun, cold, wind, water, or other life stresses.

June BabeboxI decided to try this subscription box to learn a little bit about applying my makeup for a more natural look. As I receive the boxes, I must look up each item to make sure I can use it and use it, and I am learning a lot.

This channel gives tips on the uses of medical marijuana how it affects most people and me. Medical Marijuana was scary for me at first, so I scoured YouTube for an educational channel about the effects of cannabis. Unfortunately, all I could find was people smoking it and having a good time. Still, no real information about each plant’s facts, I figured I was not the only one that was curious, and Free My Cure was born. If you have a strain, edible, or any other cannabis-related idea and you want me to make a video about it, please feel free to email me at ctc420pro@gmail.com Most questions can be answered on my website at www.freemycure.org Disclaimer:

This channel is for Cannabis patients and adults; all opinions expressed during the show are just that, my opinion. Thanks! Final thoughts: Being a YouTube comes with certain responsibilities, and on this channel, I will always be 100% with you. I love what I do and love that you guys come to see me every day and offer encouragement, love, and support, and I cannot thank you guys enough!!! Please note this channel is for Cannabis Patients and Adults. It is not intended for minors or illegal Marijuana consumption. Please always consult a Dr. if you have any questions or concerns. Medical Marijuana can affect people differently, causing paranoia and anxiety; if it becomes overbearing, using a little CBD will help calm those adverse effects and return you to a more comfortable state. A few people have asked an excellent question “Where do we find you if COPPA affects your channel?” So, I decided to post all my social media links below:

Weed Haul From @curaleaf Dispensary in Young Town, Arizona


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The Day My World Ended… Chapter 4 By Nicola Dickens

The Day My World Ended… Chapter 4 By Nicola Dickens

Shane slowly slid the cabin door open, looked at Doc, and jumped down the steps into the cabin.  Doc closed the door behind him, “we can see out, but no one can see in,” declares Doc “look at Andy when he comes around, have you seen him before?”  Shane stands motionless, watching when Andy comes walking into camp with two guys behind him, “this is Art and JR,” says Adam.  Art was an average-looking guy, not tall but not short with a shaved head. When Andy introduced him, he had a nervous laugh, sounding like he was forcing the laugh, (very fake and creepy).  JR looked like a younger version of Art, very quiet, looking around as if taking a tally of who and what was there.   According to the thermostat on the boat, the sun was high overhead, it is 94 degrees, and Andy, Art, and Red were talking by the kitchen area we built. JR was making his way around the boats when Shane gasps. He claps his hands over his mouth. Doc turns and puts her finger up as if to shoosh Shane, “that’s him. He dumped me in the desert, only he was on a razor, and there were bloody rags in the back.” Shane starts yelling in whispered tones, Doc covering Shane’s mouth and cautiously peeking through the window. JR stopped a moment and looked up at the boat window, Red catching JR in his peripheral vision, belts out, “Doc, my wife is in there changing. She’ll be out in a minute.”  Andy and Art both turn to look at JR, “oh ya, I didn’t see Doc. How’s she doing this morning.”  “I’m good, and you Andy,” says doc as she leans in and gives him an uncomfortable hug.  “Nice to meet you, Art and JR right,” says Doc as she moves a chair next to Red and sits down.  JR stands next to Art, and Andy pulled a chair over and sat down next to Doc.  “I see you guys lost a camper and his boat,” says Andy trying to make small talk, “ya, we woke up this morning, and Jerry and his boat were gone, we figured he just went fishing, and he would be back, he left his ice chest and stuff here.”  Andy interrupts, “oh ya, do you guys know where he was going? We have to check in with all the campers out here and report it to our bosses.”  “No idea,” says Doc “should we be concerned? should we go look for Jerry?” “no, no, we will look, you guys stay here, and we’ll be back, Replied Andy.  Art and JR started making their way towards the kitchen quietly mumbling and looking around, Doc holding eye contact with Andy, stumbles a little as she stands up, Red lunges over gently grabbing Doc’s arm keeping her upright, Doc giggles a little and say’s “Sorry but I believe it’s time for medicine and a nap,” Doc smiles up at Red, Andy looking around gets up “okay, well, do you guys need us to bring anything back?” asked Andy as he follows Red and Doc towards the kitchen area, Art and JR had already disappeared behind the bend.  “No,” said Mary as she was pulling a soda out of the cooler next to her “we’re good,” she stated, turning to Richard.

Doc and Red disappear into the cabin of the boat. Andy disappeared around the bend, Tammy standing over the speakers singing “call me on my cell phone” as the music softly trails on, small groups of chatter spill over the island. Shane had sat down on the back of our boat and proceeded to guzzle the beer he found in a small ice chest under the back seat.  Finishing the last of the six warm beers he started with, he stumbles off the back of the boat, landing on his face in the sand.  He lifts his beer in the air, and says, “didn’t spill a drop” he laid there still for several moments, turning over onto his back sun beating down, he softly mutters “I missed the bus” as he drifts off.

Red jumps out of his seat as a scream comes from the cabin of the boat, “Doc,” Red yells as he’s running and jumping onto the boat.  As Red throws the door open, he sees Doc sitting up in bed, her pale skin shining in the light from the window above. He stands frozen.  Doc’s, cheeks moist, tears in her eyes, without a word drops her head, Red drops on the steps into the cabin as if the air was too thick to breathe, he collects himself and crawls into the bed next to Doc, holding her hand, he softly says “It will be ok, you will find them, I know you will.”  Doc, taking a few deep breaths, looks at Red, “we need to get off this lake, Doc said, standing up, “Tuesday morning we leave, before the sun comes up, Doc starts changing into a long colorful sundress. She looks at Red and says, “we will load up all the boats, close off the river to this lake, and make our way down river to Lake Alamo.”  “We will start anchoring boats just off the river at the opening of the lake.”  “We have to be completely off the water and out of the marina by 4 am Tuesday. We will be leaving our truck and boat close to the reservation entrance, and Alo will collect it for us.”  “Premonitions have started, and I see what I need to do,” Red said as he was loading a bowl with Serious Happiness.  Doc nods without a word, slightly opening the door and sitting on the couch across from Red. Red hands her a small brown and orange glass pipe as Doc holds it to her mouth and flicks the lighter, taking in a long slow breath.  A small trail of smoke becomes visible from the crack in the door. Ten minutes had gone by, and the sweet and musky cannabis smoke billowed out of the cabin of the boat as Doc opened the door. It gave her a golden aura as she emerged from the smoke and the cabin of the boat.  As everyone watched Doc gracefully emerge off the back of the boat, she smiled and looked around.

Doc sat down at the table with a notebook and a pen. She wrote a few sentences on the paper and walked away.  Instinctively one by one, each camper walked over and read the paper. Some wrote short sentences after her. The note read:  We are leaving early Tuesday morning. Over the next 48 hours, slowly start compiling the things you absolutely need and keep it close.  Red and I will let you know what we are doing at that time.  Don’t discuss plans openly for now, as we don’t know who the enemy is, keep the music playing and acting as normal and happy as possible.  Shane sobering up, reads the note, looks around “really, I told you there were bloody clothes in the Razor with those guys, they are killer’s, bad people, don’t you understand that,” as Doc gently put her hand on Shane’s shoulder, he turns to face her, “Shane we need to stick together and not freak out just yet, Doc calmly states, “We will make it out of here, but I need you to trust me,” proclaims Doc “I know where we need to go from here.”  At that, the fear in Shane’s eye’s started to fade. As he looked at Doc, she forcefully announced, “Shane has had his last beer until we leave here.”

Red and the men started tinkering on Tom’s boat. Tom had decided it was time for some fishing. He wanted fresh fish for dinner.  Doc started wrapping potatoes in tin foil, then tossing them into the fire. Tammy turns up the stereo, and everyone just danced and sang along to the music. Tom fished off his boat in the middle of the open water just in eyeshot of the island, evening comes quicker these days as we move into winter. The days are shortening meaning less time in the day to get what we need to be done.  Essentials were loaded back onto boats quietly and slowly as to not to give Andy’s crew an idea we knew who they weren’t, Shane slept most of the afternoon and is still passed out on the sand by the fire pit, like normal for him.

Tom had returned with 5 fish as the sun was setting, and the women decided they were going to cook dinner while the guys were going to clean up and check the boats and tidy up.  For dinner tonight was steak and fish if the world was coming to an end we were going to go out with a bang one good fun night.  Red set up the smoke station as we lovingly called it. Everyone smoked or enjoyed an edible at their leisure.  Shane woke at the first smell of food and this time in a much more stable condition, “Doc,” “Doc,” cried Shane, “There was a lot of blood on those clothes I found in that dude’s and son’s razor.” “I told you not good people.” “I know,” replied Doc “it’s cool. Just tell us your story.”

Shane starts, “OMG, I missed the bus, you see there is a bunker, well several bunkers and our families paid for a spot, they paid millions for a spot. No one told  the public, but we were told the bunkers were by invitation only, and other instructions, however, I was fussing over the elections and Trump being president that when the shit hit the fan, I go and miss the fucking bus.” Shane’s voice trails off in his sniffles and tears.  Doc starts, “Shane did you guys know this was going to happen? Were we the United States responsible?”  as Doc says.  She knows those are not good words to say, those weren’t good words to think.

Shane sat staring at the fire and picking at his dinner like someone had killed his best friend or like his best friend had killed the world.  Doc knew pushing him any further tonight wouldn’t help matter’s, so she relaxed and smoked with everyone dancing and singing a little here and there, close in mind that they needed to get out of there very quickly and quietly.

The party had started to wind down about 11 pm, the dishes were done, and everyone broke off into groups, getting settled in for the night.  The guys decided it was Red, Matt, and Nathen would stand guard for the night, we set up a place for Shane to sleep on our boat on the back couch, but he decided to stay awake with the guys and stand guard.

Red walked Doc back to the boat when Doc stopped suddenly. “I need recharge time”.  she explained.  She entered the cabin of the boat and immerged a few minutes later with a long flowing bathing dress. It was a beautiful satin white flowing cloth that covers a white bikini.  Doc slowly entered the water, kicking her feet around a little to get used to the temperature of the water, walking into the water up to her knees the white satin flowing dress floating in the water like a white ribbon, now waste deep, Red sitting on the bow of the boat keeping watch out towards the water.  As Doc submerged deeper in the water, the campers gathered closer as if watching a movie unfold in the water. As Doc rolled and turned underwater, there was a glow that started to brighten around her, the white flow of her dress and the long golden brown hair swirling around as if telling Doc’s very tragic tale.

Doc was born to a very sick woman, and instead of her mother seeking professional help, she self-medicated, leaving Doc’s childhood hard, and as a healer, Doc had the power to heal others but no clue how to use it.  Doc healed several by accident but really had no real control or clue how to use her power or really that she had any power at all, just a regular girl next door type until she had turned 40.  That birthday was definitely an eye-opener. It started with the premonitions, little things at first knowing the phone was going to ring and who it was, then healing small things with other people Doc came in contact with.  There was, however, 1 condition, for every aliment Doc healed she would also suffer.  Water was the one true balanced medium.  Doc could submerge in fresh or saltwater for up to 30 minutes at a time to rejuvenate her mind and soul to help keep her balance.  Doc can never be healed of these ailments. She repairs slowly, and water can only rejuvenate her body to keep her on her journey, but her journey will have to be completed before the sun breaks over the new century.  Everyone quietly watched as Doc slowly arose out of the water, the water gliding down her golden-brown hair down the satiny white trailing dress. She slowly walked back onto the beach, with the white cover hugging the curves of her body and everyone slowly and quietly making their way back to their space looking at her as inconspicuously as possible.

Red tucked Doc into bed, kissing her softly on the forehead. “I love you,” said Red. “Love you more,” said Doc.  It’s going to be a good night; he said as he was closing the door behind him.  Red settled into one of the chairs for the night. Shane looks up to Red and asks, “she ok” Red nods, and the guys chill there for the night, talking softly about anything from cars to baseball.  Red being diligent, saying everything is done in pairs because of the night before.  I don’t care if you have to take a shit, Red Said very sternly. We stay in pairs, got it!  everyone nodded.

The night went off without a hitch. Red and Shane went into bed around 4 am, Matt and Nathen went into bed after breakfast. Monday was a quiet day, and we didn’t see Andy’s crew until almost 11 am again.  The guys were up the hill a short way and saw Andy’s crew coming through the lake entrance from the river.  Shane was already sleeping in Doc and Red’s boat.  As Red could see the patrol boat better, he noticed only 2 people in the boat, Andy and JR.  Red told Matt and Tom to keep a lookout, and he took off at a steady pace back to camp. Arriving just in time to meet Andy and JR’s boat.  Hey hey, said Red, a little out of breathe.  How is this beautiful morning for you two?  Where’s  Art not joining on rounds this morning? Asked Red.  No, no, you know Millennials these days don’t want to do shit except sit around and play video games, as they all started laughing.  Na, he’s back at headquarters keeping an eye on the radio and making sure we don’t have any unexpected visitors, Andy chuckles.  We brought you some ice said JR, as he’s holding the bag in the air.  Do you guys need anything else? It looks like we’re going to be here a few more days. The cities are being locked down, and you can’t get through the small towns without worrying about the infected that are still alive violently attaching people.  These things aren’t like the zombies on TV. These fuckers can think, plan, organize and manipulate people until it’s too late.  Be happy you are in this paradise because the world is falling apart.

Matt and Tom had been sitting on the hill for close to half an hour.   Andy and his companion were still in camp, but across the water on the closest beach to our camp, someone was standing there just inside the tree line.  Matt pulled the binoculars out and started scanning the shoreline until yep, that’s their buddy, Art, said Matt.  Do you think he’s been out here all night, or did they drop him off on their way in?  A cool feature of these binoculars is you can take a picture on your cell phone while looking through them, so matt did.  Matt and Tom watched as the lake patrol boarded their boat and started putting away.  Andy and JR pull up to the beach that Art was at. They get out of their boat “to piss” and it looked like Andy started talking to someone just outside of eyeshot and inside the tree line.   Matt watched very carefully for a glimpse of Art to no avail.  Andy and JR loaded back onto the boat, looked around, meeting eyes with Red, Andy tips his head, loads up the boat, and off they went to the next camp, we assume.

We had everything cleared off from breakfast. Doc and Beth were working on the dishes dancing and singing into a spatchala and wooden spoons.  In trying to erase some of the stress, anxiety, and bullshit we’ve been faced with, today is the day to listen to music, eat some good food, drink like tomorrow doesn’t exist, and have a good time. I will keep an eye on Art.  Have fun!! Doc said with a big smile, you guys deserve it.  Get it all out because our new journey begins soon, and I need your help to win this war.  Doc stood and watched everyone for a few minutes before getting pulled onto the dance floor by the love of her life, Red.  They held one another close, knowing this may be the last party for all of them.

The road ahead is going to be rough, and sadly we may not all make it, but in the end, it will all work out, Doc said quietly as she boarded their boat to take a nap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Day My World Ended… Chapter 3 By Nicola Dickens

The Day My World Ended… Chapter 3 By Nicola Dickens

Doc had a rough night, bad dream after bad dream. Red said Doc talked in her sleep all night, a loud crash abruptly waked Doc up, sitting up looking around, and there was no sign of Red.  she had a shorts pajama set on. She jumped up out of bed, rushed to the door, opened it, and slowly peered out. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for. Still, she didn’t see anything or anyone, so she opened the door and crawled out, staying low but periodically sticking her head up to see, when she saw Red walking towards the boat laughing and people sitting around the fire, which was smoking this point.  She stood all the way up as if she wasn’t doing anything and said, “good morning to Red.  As Red boarded the boat, he motioned to go back in the cabin, so she did, and he followed her.

“So, Jerry is gone, we don’t know when he left, but he took his boat.” Said Red. “Maybe he went fishing; you heard him yesterday,” said Doc.  “No, this doesn’t feel right,” said Red. “I have a bad feeling I want you to stay with me and the dogs, period. You are my priority,” Red very seriously demanded.  She nodded quietly, “what happened? What was that loud crash?” quietly whispered Doc “that was Dave and Jase’s boat they were pulling it over, we decided to put all the boats closer together so we could move the ice chests along the bank at the front of all the boats, and they bumped into Kevin’s pontoon boat, it’s ok they didn’t break anything.” “What do you mean Jerry is gone, and you have a bad feeling?”  “How do you know Andy and Matt didn’t do anything?”  “Red looked very seriously at Doc and said, “Andy knocked on the side of our boat about 4:30 this morning they said they heard something, and they were going to investigate, so I got up to go to the bathroom, and Jerry was standing by the fire, his boat tied up over there when I got out of the bathroom him, and his boat was gone.”  “I stayed up and watched Andy and Matt come out of the tree line. They had no idea what was going on.”  “Jerry and his boat disappeared in the 10 minutes I was in the bathroom, without a sound, and we’ve all seen Jerry can’t seem to do anything quietly.” Doc just nodded, quietly turned around, and started pulling out her black yoga Capri’s with a wild hot pink design down the legs, a bright pink sports bra, and a black zippered jacket.  Red pulls up the end of the bed, pulls out a long black yoga mat, and hands it to Doc. Doc picks up her phone and pulls some headphones out of the drawer under the couch, and climbed through the window and onto the bow of the boat. She laid the black yoga mat at the front of the bow between the bow running lights and the first popup window.  Doc sat cross-legged on the mat closest to the open window and started shuffling through her phone. As the earbuds disappear into her ears, she closes her eyes and slowly starts stretching, laying completely over her legs, the group silently watching in the distance. It looks as if she had been folded in half. She slowly rises to the beat of a silent song, looking peaceful.

Beth and Mary stop a moment looking at Doc, then Red as if not sure what to do next when Mary says, “Hey Beth, let’s make coffee and start breakfast, it’s already 6 am,” Beth Agreed.  Andy and Matt had made their way to the larger tent saying good night as they went, after being up all night and Red now taking over for them.  “You can’t be too cautious. We need to stay vigilant. We watch this island 24/7 until we know what’s going on and who we can trust” It keeps playing over and over in Doc’s head as she’s going through the downward dog position. Who do we trust?  What do we trust?  Doc sitting in the middle of her black mat, legs crossed, her right arm pulled over her left side stretching. She opens her eyes to see a small canoe paddling towards her. She lifts her hand above her brow to help adjust her eyes.  She keeps looking back towards Red as she sits there, watching as the canoe is getting closer. She was able to get Red’s attention.  As Red approached the boat, he walked along the side and into the water instead of getting on the boat. He noticed there were 2 passengers in the canoe, and they looked very familiar.

As Red was grabbing the front of the canoe, a familiar voice “you guys missing a boat over here.”  “Alo,” yells Red, “It’s great to see you, man.”  “Alo is the chief of the Indian police around here. His name means protector,” introduced Red to his companions. He was a tall, slender guy with an unusually big beer belly as he clumsily got out of the canoe, splashing his passenger.  “This is Shane. He is a famous actor. We found him drunk and wandering the desert. Can you and Doc take him? Our leaders have locked our borders down. No one is in or out,” Alo said as he and Red had a hold of his arms and dragged him out of the canoe.  They dropped his wet, limp body in a chair next to the fire.  Beth and Mary recognized Shane and started excitingly chatting and pouring coffee, which got Tammy and Nathen’s attention, who was quietly peering out of a small opening in the tent door. They slowly opened the door the rest of the way, as they were arguing movie titles he had been in.  Red and Alo still standing over Shane, as if waiting for him to strike, but nothing no movement, except him sitting up and shouting incoherently, falling back into his chair to sleep off the rest of his drunken stupor, “ya we got him” replied Red laughing.

Doc jumped off the boat, the dogs start barking, and Shane starts his drunken jabber, “dogs, what, Dogs? I want to play with the dogs.”  Red whistles loudly, and the dogs jump off the back of the boat and stand on either side of Doc.  Mary hands Doc a cup of coffee in her large white and black malamute cup, and she walks over and Hugs Alo “it’s so good to see you, Alo, how’s the reservation? Are your people ok?”  Doc and Alo move a couple of chairs next to the small table and sit down.  Alo sits and collects his thoughts a moment, then says, “My people are ok the ones left, that is, when did you and Red get here?”  “Red and I set up camp here Friday night,” replied Doc.  “How much do you know?” Alo replied while nervously looking around.  “Very little,” said Doc.

Alo looked around as everyone was walking closer to listen. Matt and Andy came stumbling out of the large tent looking very curiously at our guest as he starts “It happened sometime Friday Night, Saturday morning some time people were mysteriously getting sick, really sick, by 10 am Saturday the hospitals were overflowing, and they started announcing not to go to the hospital, stay in your homes, stay away from large crowds of people that it was a virus and spreads very quickly.  Then the President of the United States, President Trump, came on the radio and claimed it was worldwide.  President Trump must be going out of his mind because his tweets are getting wilder and wilder.  Doc apologizes for the interruption “did you say he’s tweeting? Is the internet back up?” “ya, the internet was only down for 12 hours. Things are still running. Once you leave this canyon, you’ll have phone service.”  Doc looks at Red; he nods and walks back to the boat.  “President Trump’s first tweet when service was restored was where all have the 1% gone.”  Alo was interrupted very abruptly by Shane’s drunken jabber this time, he was able to get out of the chair, as everyone turns to watch Shane, he starts very incoherently singing “and then another one bites the dust” as he starts dancing, moving closer to the boats, “it’s hard to lose a chosen one.”  Tammy starts flipping through her phone. Once she finds what’s she looking for, she walks over to Nathen’s boat and plugs a cord into her phone, the sound of an electric keyboard and a women’s voice singing over the speakers it was Sia Elastic Heart.  We watched in silence as Shane danced around the sand.  This went on for several minutes. When Shane just stopped and walked back over to a chair, he sat down and tearfully watched the fire.

Doc looked at Alo, “I have no idea if he’s taken anything other than alcohol,” Alo reluctantly said.  “I can’t take him back with me. You know the rules,” said Alo apologetically.  The music still playing in the background, “I’m alive, I’m still breathing,” Alo and Doc continued their conversation.  “Ok, so some celebrities and most politicians vanished between Friday night and Saturday morning. It looks like they packed up and moved out.  No one has taken credit for it, and I don’t think anyone group could do this, so people’s imaginations are coming up with some pretty crazy ideas.”  Doc looked at Alo quietly asked about the boat. He found Alo, looked at Doc, and quietly described the small fishing boat. It was, in fact, Jerry’s.  Alo said when he had gone past, the boat was up against some brush just off the shoreline, and it looked as if it had floated there.  Alo saw it as he came around the bend, no one was around, he stopped to make sure everything was ok, but the boat wasn’t tied or anchored, there wasn’t anything in the boat, and when he walked around the area, he only saw animal tracks, giving him the thought that the boat floated away from camp.

Alo had been coming to the island for the last couple of weeks looking for us, and he knew it was our year to clean up the island and lock the river down for the winter.  The tribes use the island during the wintertime. They have a very devote religious heritage. They are even more devoted to the earth, so Red and I are only allowed on the island via invitation during the wintertime.  Red and I have attended a few rituals where they praised Mother Earth. We planted the cherry trees that year. They had come into full bloom during one of the rituals, the white and purple blooms floating through the air and softly landing in the water, the sun setting behind the mountains and the gold and red ribbons of light streaking across the sky, the sweet smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla overwhelmed my senses.  If I could only go back to this moment, safe, free, happy, fulfilled, and with my best friend, Red.

Everyone is now gathering closer and all the way around the table, leaving Shane still sitting staring at the fire. Red walks up behind Doc and puts her black and white bag on the table. Doc pulls out a white and black dab mat and a bright yellow and red glass pipe. Alo smiled and pulled a small wooden box out of his backpack. Alo places the wooden box on the table, Doc, Alo, and Red bowed their heads.  Himmat said a few phrases in an unknown language, Red and Doc, in unison “Peace be with you, my friend.”  Alo picks up the colored pipe, and says’s “I can’t believe you guys still use this thing. You guys know it was a joke, right.”  “ya,” as they are all laughing and passing the very colorful peace pipe.  “This pipe was given to Doc and Red during their first ritual here on the island to remind them always to give back to mother nature.” Alo said, “and it was a complete joke we don’t pass the peace pipe anymore, with outsiders,” still laughing.

Shane gets up with a loud commotion, bumping into things and mumbling. Calvin Harris’s “This Is What You Came For” starts playing on the stereo. Everyone turns to watch Shane as he is frantically searching through the ice chests.  This reminds Doc, “Hey Alo, have you seen Adam” “Who” replied Alo, “you know the lake patrol Adam guy.” Alo taking Doc gently by the arm, “lake patrol doesn’t have an Adam.” “Excuse me,” belted Beth.  Looking directly at Doc and Red, Alo asks, how well do you know these people.”  Without any pause, Alo continues, “there hasn’t been any lake patrol this weekend, so if anyone comes around claiming they are lake patrol be very hesitant, the only lake patrol guys we have during the winter is Patrol Scott’s crew, and you know all of them.”  Alo standing up and scanning for Shane, shaking his head as he sees Shane hunched over one of the ice chests guzzling a beer, “Uh Oh I Got Stamina” by Sia whispers in the background. Tammy had put her phone down, still hooked up to the stereo.

Doc gets up and quietly walks over to Shane and takes the beer out of his hand “hey,” yelled Shane, I walked 50 miles for that beer.” Doc, frustrated, turns back to Shane, and with a hushed stern voice, says’s “Get your shit together, Shane, I know who you are, and there aren’t any special treatments here, have some coffee and sober the Fuck up!  Shane, Looking startled, nods and takes the coffee that Beth was holding out for him. He sat down and quietly took a sip.

Alo thanked us for taking Shane off his hands and boards his canoe, Red holding the canoe as he gets his legs in and looks at Red “you guys good” “ya were good,” said Red “I’ll be back in the morning, be cautious of everyone my friend.” Red and Alo shook hands, and Red pushed him between the boats and onto the lake.

Doc looked around; everyone stood there silent with anticipation, and “how do you know Alo?  I thought this was the first year your boat was on the lake, but you’ve clearly been here before.”  At that, the small groups of chatter opened up. Doc looks around a moment and says, “Yes, we’ve been coming to this island for about 5 years now, I met Alo on Facebook 6, or 7 years ago when I started gardening at home we occasionally talked online, I was planting Cherry Seeds that year, and he was having problems getting his seeds to grow, so I brought my seeds out and met Alo at the T in the river on some friends boat, we followed him here we planted the cherry seeds probably in late September 2012, and we’ve been coming back ever since this was just the first year this boat has been running.”  Doc looks down at the time. “It’s already 8 am. Thank you, Beth and Mary, for making coffee. I’m going to start breakfast if anyone is hungry,” Doc walks towards the first Blue and white cooler. Tammy quickly walks over to Nathen’s boat and picks up her phone. As the sound gradually loudens the sounds of base and xylophone, the sound of a woman singing, “oh uh, running out of breath, but I’ve got stamina.” Nathen starts twitching his head up and down. He jumps up and starts lip singing “don’t give up” and dancing, briefly bending over and grabbing some sand and rubbing it down his cheeks. Tammy joins him, smiling and laughing, recreating the music video.  As some danced, Doc, Red, Matt, Mary, and Beth start working on breakfast. Red grabs the firewood as he is slowly putting small pieces around the edge of the fire, he’s softly whistling tapping his foot, Beth hands Doc the freshly peeled potatoes, she can hear Doc softly singing as she looks around, “just a moment of normalcy is what we needed.” Doc says, smiling.  By this time, the sun was just above the mountains. The sky was an ocean blue except for two small white puffy clouds.

As Shane stumbled back to his chair with a plate of food in his hands crashing over the arm of the chair, potatoes, and eggs hitting Raffey on the head, Tigger jumps up and starts cleaning Raffey’s head.  Shane finding this quite amusing, occasionally drops smaller pieces of egg on his head and quietly giggles.  Doc clears her throat and looks over at Tammy. Without saying anything, Tammy handed her plate to Nathen. She slowly walks to the boat, “I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again,” starts playing softer and softer to a whisper in the background.  “As you all have been curious, I’m,” Doc Paused a moment. “I’m a writer, and I have been writing short stories and articles for the New York Times for several years now.”  “My brother is a famous Muay Thai fighter, and my son is an up-and-coming DJ, or at least they were. We all have traveled the world for the last couple of years.” Doc Continues, the island was silent with anticipation, “I think this is bigger than any of us. It’s Sunday Morning. We haven’t seen Adam, “the lake patrol,” Doc motions quotes as of yet.”  I don’t think Adam knows about Alo yet, and Adam has already told us we can’t leave the water until Tuesday at the earliest.”  “Listen for the lake patrol boat. When we hear it, Shane, you need to be in the tent or the cabin of our boat. If they see you, they will know someone has been here.”  Shane lifts his arm and salutes as he goes back to dropping a small piece of eggs on Raffey’s head giggle quietly to himself.  It’s Storytime “I’m a healer,” Doc professes, “at any given time there are 5 primary elements Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, and Void, yes void.”  “Like these elements, there are 5 Elementals that can manipulate these elements within their environment, and there is always 1 elemental, but never more than two for each element.  An Elemental is born in human form every 40 years. The last elementals were born in 1974.”  Doc slowly Continues trying to explain fully, “An elemental is never born of the same family, and can only be identified by an elemental or their protectors.”  Earth is a solid element stone, hard, and resolute. The elemental for this element is purity, new growth. This Elemental is for the Earth, and they will always do what is in the best interest of the earth.  Water represents flowing and purity, life, new beginnings, this elemental, is a healer, me, we can see into the very soul of humanity, this Elemental or me, can’t harm a living thing to our peril, we see your soles all the way through from beginning to end, and it’s not as black and white as you think, people are both good and bad,” chuckles Doc.  “Fire representing force, and energetic energy they are protectors, they protect all the elements and Elementals.”  “Wind representing spreading, expansion freedom of movement, this Elemental protects thoughts and ideas, he or she would document and record history.”  “Last but definitely not least, Void representing sky or heaven, this elemental protects pure energy, every living thing feeds on pure energy, he or she would protect that energy.”  Beth waving her hand, says, “Have you ever met another Elemental?”   Doc shakes her head softly and hesitantly says, “not yet.”  “There are rules for us, and I can heal others but not myself. We feel when other elementals are in pain, hurt, sad, happy, close, and we feel when they are born and when they die.”  “We have to have protectors, we don’t have the skills to protect ourselves, and people will naturally accept an Elemental and gravitate towards them, a feeling of trust and purity.”  “Three years ago the next generation of Elementals were supposed to be born, but they were born Friday Night, three years late, legend says humanity and the earth will be tested, Elementals will die without being able to pass on their knowledge to the next generation, there isn’t a lot of information about this period of time, it’s referred to as the dark ages, and it’s never happened before now.”

The silence was broken by Shane fumbling out of his chair, dropping his plate onto the fire, looking around, “what? Breakfast was good if I help clean up. Can I have that beer back?” Doc, Mary, and Beth start dancing and laughing in the kitchen area while washing the dishes. Shane was dancing and collecting plates and cups, mostly to drop crumbs on the dog’s heads. Matt and Andy start 2 stepping, Red watching out over the lake, tapping his foot, and whistling along, always watching. Nathen lets out this blood-curdling scream, everyone spins around and stares at him, “Tension release” Nathen giggled, I’m sorry, things are too tense. Can we lighten things up for a little while,” everyone looking around started shaking their heads and laughing, and Tammy walked over to her phone and turned up “it’s going Down, Timber,” starts pounding.

Red jumps up, looking intently at the lake opening from the river. He starts waving at Shane to get in the tent as he approached the water.  Tammy turns down the music as everyone else starts walking towards the shoreline.  “Hey guys,” yells “Andy,” “we’re going to pull over here and park. See you in a minute,” says Andy as he slowly sputters past.  The closest Andy could park the boat was around the bend. Doc told tammy to have Shane meet her on their boat and turned to board the boat.

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The Day My World Ended… Chapter 2 By Nicola Dickens

The Day My World Ended… Chapter 2 By Nicola Dickens

We all parked along the back of the island for privacy reasons, and if a biological agent was released, we didn’t want people to see our boats and know we were there.  We set camp back up and let the dogs go sniffing and playing with each other.  They swiftly head to their new friends coming over the hilltop from docking their boats.  As we were setting up our camp, we noticed everyone else unload their boats and put their things right in front of their boats.  There was a slight warm breeze. The air smelled sweet, and you could smell the fruit trees we helped plant a couple of years before.

When we got everything settled, we all introduced ourselves.  “Okay can I get everyone’s attention,” I said.  “I know we briefly introduced ourselves on Dave’s boat. Cheers Dave, the crowd raised their drink, but let’s go around again since it looks like we’ll be together for a few days.”  “I’ll start.” “My name is Doc, and this is my husband Red. I have 2 boys, and he has 1 boy and 2 girls.”  “We live in Witt, Arizona.  I am a blogger and marketing agent/writer.”  “Hi, my name is Red. I’m a mechanic.”  “Red is quiet until he gets to know people,” Doc Said.  “Hi, my name is Dave. I have a wife named Kris, and we have 7 kids.  “I’m a construction, Forman.” “Hi, my name is Jase. I’m also a construction Forman, I have a wife named Brandi, and we have 3 kids.”  “Hi, my name is Tom. I’m disabled, so I don’t work anymore. I do have a wife named Kim and two grown boys.”  Hi, my name is Jerry; I’m a professor at ASU. I come out here to fish. I’m going through a divorce or maybe widowed; that would be okay… Just kidding, but not really. He smiled, and I have a beautiful daughter that’s going to school to be an engineer.”  As the whole group laughs at his childlike mumbling.  “Hi, my name is Andy, and this is my husband, Matt. We don’t have any kids, but we would love to adopt one day. I’m a nurse, and Matt is an anesthesiologist; as Matt lifts his hand and waves, “Oh, pay no attention to him,” said Andy “he’s super shy.”  “Hi, my name is Kevin. I’m not married. I don’t believe in marriage, and I don’t have any kids. I’m a lawyer, and I work with the cannabis industry.” He said, monotoned as he plopped back down on the chair and scratching his head.   Hi, my name is John, I’m also not married, and I’m also a lawyer in the cannabis industry.”  “Hi, my name is Ben. I’m married, no kids. I’m a botanist in the cannabis industry as well.”  “Hi, my name is Justin, and Ben is my Uncle. I’m a student botanist and intern for my Uncle Ben during breaks”.  “ Hi, My name is Nathen. I’m a speed boat mechanic, I’ve been working on everyone else’s shit all summer, and this is the first chance this year I had my boat on the lake, and this shit happens,” he throws the rock he had in his hand and sits back down.  “Hi, my name is Tammy. I’m Nathen’s girlfriend, never mind him; he’s just cranky. I run the office where Nathen works, and we have no kids.”  “Hi, my name is Don, I’m a computer coder, and I build massive websites for fortune 500 companies, and we just wanted a quiet weekend away.”    “Hi, my name is Beth. I’m also a Techy, Don and I are business partners. We have no kids.”  “Hi, my name is Richard, and this is my wife, Mary. We own a pest control company, and we have 2 kids, a boy and a girl who is with their grandparents right now.”  Mary holding onto Richard, scared for their children, holding back tears.

“It is great to meet all of you,” said Doc.  “Since we are going to be here a few days, why don’t we bring all the ice chests out and combine resources? Any objections?”   The consensus was yes; as everyone pulled ice chests out, we started putting together all ice chests along a section in the middle behind the kitchen area for easier access.  The women started going through the ice chests putting all the soda together, beer together, veggies together, meat together, and dairy all in their own ice chests.   The men gathered wood for a fire, and the women stayed back to set out the chairs and make some lunch for everyone: final count 18 people, and 2 dogs Raffey the malamute and Tigger the mini Australian Shepherd.

Doc found a tablet and pen and started taking a count of the food to stretch 18 people for at least 3 days.  Steaks 5, hot dogs 72, hot dog buns 120 hot dog buns, Hamburgers 45, buns 56, 8 packages ham lunch meat, 8 packages turkey lunch meat, 3 packages chicken, 10 loaves of bread, 1 peanut butter 1 strawberry jelly 2 bags potatoes, 10 cases water, 1 cooler sprite, 2 coolers beer, 1 cooler Pepsi, 4 bags marshmallows, 4 boxes graham crackers, and 2 containers potato salad.

Beth walked up to Doc and started talking. “So hi Doc? Is that right?” asked Beth. “Ya,” replied Doc, looking at her as if she was showing signs of this contaminant and slowly backing away. “No, no, no,” Beth said. “I’m scared, and I’m freaking out, and I don’t know what to think. I’ve seen all those websites out there about World War 3, and I Kinda smelled something coming from the cabin of your boat, and well, um, I’m a legal cardholder in Arizona like it really matters now,” Beth said as she smirked.  Doc looked around and thought a minute and, with a slight shrug, turned to the boat and walked away without a sound.  Beth looked around dumbfounded, “Did I say something wrong Muttered Beth,” walking away in confusion.  Beth walked over to Tammy. “I think I offended Doc, I asked about the Marijuana, but she just walked away without a word,” just then, Doc emerges from the cabin of the boat with a white and black bag over her shoulder.  Beth, Tammy, Mary, and Andy watch as Doc stumbles off the boat’s bow with this white bag over her shoulder. Beth turns and looks at Tammy with confusion and anticipation. What’s was in the bag?  She doesn’t look offended?

As Doc quietly sat down, she opened the white bag, placed a colorful American flag over the table, and then pulled out 3 dab mats, 4, and 1 qt. Mason jars full of cannabis, 4 plastic medicine bottles with ground cannabis, a pink grinder with a diamond on top, two dab carbonators with dab ends, and 4 large silicone containers.  Red came up behind doc carrying 4 cases out of nowhere, put them down next to Doc, and went to get the small solar generator.  Doc opened one of the boxes, and inside was an e-nail that Doc set up. Red finished setting up the solar generator.  Red and Doc then carefully unloaded the 3 bongs and filled them with cold water.

Red sits down, and Doc says, “ok, as everyone starts to gather around, here we have Serious Happiness it’s an indica, it has an earthy taste with the high 20’s THC level, Here we have G.T. Haze it’s an Indica with a grassy earthy taste Low 30’s THC level, here we have Northern lights it has a sweet earthy taste again with a low 30’s THC, and this is Mau Wowie it has a tropical sweet earthy taste with a high 20’s THC level, load a bowl and go”.  Everyone looked around at each other a moment and smiled while watching a moment as Doc loaded the first bowl with Serious Happiness and handed it to Beth.  Beth picked up one of 20 lighters on the table and sat down in front of the purple dab matt.  Beth looks around, smiling like she just won the lottery, flicks the lighter, and inhales deeply.  She holds the smoke in for a second, coughing and hacking as she never had smoked Marijuana before.  “OMG,” said Beth taking in another deep drag off the bong.  “This is some dank shit, damn,” said Beth as she handed the bong to Tammy.  Red had the dab rig going by this time, and the guys were passing it around, and Red was passing out blunts.  Everyone was talking and smoking.  This was the first time on this little island for most of these people, so the history of our little island was the hot topic.  As we walked and showed off the island, we gave the rules to use this island.  The island is owned by the Native American Indian reservation when we first started using it. A couple of years ago, the native American Indian Patrol made it clear that we had to improve the island a little every year. There were no big wild parties and no vegetation removal, which was posted on the island.  We saw the Indian Patrol every time we were out there for a while. We rarely see them now, but I’m sure we will see them the next day if they are ok.

It was about 4:00 p.m. when we got back to the camp from showing everyone the island, and some of the guys started going through the boats. Red had remembered he had a couple of tents on the floor of the boat.  Red started pulling them out, and the guys went from boat to boat, pulling out what we could use to make and a tent or sleeping area for everyone.  Not everyone had planned on camping, so we were trying to figure out how and where everyone would sleep.  Most of the boats were empty, but we set up the 2 tents we found. They were both medium tents that could sleep 4, Dave and Jase found a tent and a couple of twin air beds, Andy and Matt had a canopy with a large square of carpet and a few big sleeping bags, Tom and Jerry had a sleeping bag and pillows in their boat, Nathen and Tammy had a massive tent with 3 airbeds, a bunch of sleeping bags and a few fold-up cots, Don and Beth had an easy up and a couple sleeping bags, Kevin and John only planned on being out for the day, but they had a pile of life jackets that they set up as a bed to sleep on, Ben and Justin had a small tent a couple of blankets they weren’t sure if they were going to stay on the lake or go home, Richard and Mary also had used life jackets as their beds and borrowed a sleeping bag.  Once the camp was ready, we had 4 tents with 3 canopies and an easy-up, all built around the kitchen in the middle and a campfire just off the west of the kitchen.  Ben and Justin and Richard, and Mary had BBQ grills that they set up between the kitchen and the campfire.  Doc and Red’s boat stayed near the campsite for sleeping and a lookout post.

As the sun was setting, the beautiful colors streaking across the sky Gold, Pink, Red, and a hint of purple Doc sat on the cool, moist sand watching as the waves hit the little island, and a feeling so overwhelming feeling, a responsibility to record this moment in time, to save this small piece of peace because we “don’t know what’s going to happen,” as Adam so eloquently said.  Doc grabbed her camera and pad and started taking pictures of the beautiful sunset, then of the dogs and all the people.  Doc set up the camera on a tripod and started filming the camp area, the water, sounds of nature, and the chattering of people talking and laughing.  In the distance, the sound of a motor was slowing down, and the chattering became an uneasy silence.  Who was it?  Were they coming here? Were they infected? Are they terrorists? Did they know we were here?  Everyone just stopped and looked around and all at once looked at Doc.  Doc looked at Red and said, “we need to get to the top of the hill and find out who it is.”  As Red went to pick up his flashlight, a few other guys followed Red to the top of the hill. As they approached the top of the hill, they ducked down by a pear tree and blackberry bushes, and they saw a boat approaching with what looked like 3 people on board.  The people were wearing plain clothes. The boat was headed straight for the island, but they couldn’t tell what kind of boat it was.  Red sent Matt back to the camp to let us know a boat approaching three plainclothes guys and get all the weed put away.  Doc was already working on that.

Red comes walking out from behind some trees with Adam, the lake patrol guy, and the other guys closely in tow.  Adam Say’s “ok can I have your attention,” he waited a minute and repeated it, “can I have your attention? This is what we know right now, They think there was a biological weapon released, and no one has taken credit for it as of yet, but it’s still early. Hospitals are overflowing already. The red cross set up emergency stations across the world.”  “No country was safe from this attack!”  Everyone stood there, quiet, befuddled, and scared.  Doc starts with, “no one has taken credit for it?”   “No,” replied Adam.  “Things are very shaky right now as North Korea is moving into position for war, England has threatened to start firing missiles at the middle east if they don’t get answers, and Russia is on the brink of killing us all if Putin dies because he was infected.”  “The media is reporting stay away from largely populated areas, for now, watch the water and food that we eat because they are unsure if it was contaminated.”  I found Adams’s last statement stayed with me and bugged me for a long time “The elite, the 1% have vanished, the government except for Trump and his family…gone, it looked like they left everything as is and up and left in the middle of the night…vanished. “  “Vanished?  How do they vanish in thin air?”    Adam shrugged.  Adam then says we are the only ones up this far, and he wanted to check our supplies, he would be back in the morning, and he could bring ice or whatnot back for us, providing they still have some.  As he looked around, he smiled and said, “you have a beautiful camp set up here. You should be safe here for a while” he turned and started back towards the hill.  “Ok, guys, stay safe tonight. I’ll be back in the morning. I will come by here first and work my way back to the dock, so try the radio. If you run into any trouble, we are hoping to have them back up and running tonight, we still don’t have cell service, but it’s better than nothing,” Adam said as he was walking away.  20 minutes later, we heard the lake patrol boat coming around the corner, Adam was driving, and another guy was sitting on the boat. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I couldn’t tell if he had shoes on, but he did have a life jacket on.  I looked at Red and said, “I thought you said there were 3 people on the boat?”  “There was,” said Red as he looked over at Ben and Justin.

Red, Ben, Justin, Nathen, Dave, and Jase all gathered up by the boats. They were very intently talking, and you can always tell when Red is excited, nervous, or concerned his hand movements get bigger and bigger.  So as they were pulling two boats off the shore, Red is talking and pointing towards the hill.  Red saw two other people come to shore with Adam, and only one left with Adam. He was going to find out what was going on.

Tom is going to the right around the little island, and Jerry is driving to the left around the island. The sun was peeking out from behind the mountains, and the light to see by was quickly going down.   Tom and Jerry stayed out looking on the lake and at the island for any movement, while the rest of us slowly canvased the island looking for the third person on Adam’s boat.  We looked for an hour with the dogs tied up at camp. If someone they didn’t know came in, they would bark.  As we all started emerging from different sides of the island, we had nothing.  If someone stayed behind, they knew this island better than we did. That’s when we decided to sleep in shifts.  Doc, Matt, Tammy, Beth, and Mary walked over to the ice chests without saying a word and started pulling out hamburgers and hotdogs for dinner. Beth opens the two grills and starts taking orders for hamburgers; medium, medium rare, and burnt were the options she gave as everyone placed their orders and laughed.  Doc handed Tammy some potatoes and a knife and asked her to cut them as Doc poured some infused bacon grease in the pan on the stove.  Matt pulled out the hot dogs and put them on the other grill, and started making a buffet table for the food to go on once it’s done.  Mary pulled out the potato salad, buns, condiments, paper plates, cutlery, and paper towels.  By the time dinner was ready, it was 7:30 pm; the temperature had dropped to ’70s, so we had a nice warm big campfire with all the chairs around it, the chatter and the smoke smell filled the air, we forgot for a moment that the world was in crisis.

Red had taken a little walk around the island with the dogs and came back 15 minutes later with Doc’s white and black bag and 4 hard cases.  He put them on the freshly cleaned table, and I got up and set up the smoke station. Doc set up the e-nail and took a large hit, then started loading bowls and filling bongs.  Red grabs the cones and starts making joints, laying them on the table when he was done.  Doc walks over to the campfire “the smoke table is set up if you would like to, enjoy.  The guys mostly smoked the joints, and the women preferred the bongs, “the bongs hit easier, and you don’t get weed in your mouth” said Beth as she giggled.  Ben whispers something in Justin’s ear, and he disappears to the boat. Justin reemerges with a small red cooler.  “Everyone, this is some edibles we made. They are strong; I call them amnesia brownies,” said Ben.  Most people shared an edible Ben, Justin, Doc, and Red all ate a whole one.  Until almost midnight, we sat around the campfire talking about conspiracy theories, terrorists, super viruses, religions, what would cause people to become ill in every major city worldwide, and movies.  The more they drank and talked, the crazier and funnier the conversation became.  Some people had to be immune, didn’t they?  Could we survive it? What would be left? What happens if no one takes credit and WW3 starts?   Just then, Raffey jumps up in front of Doc and starts growling, looking at the tree line. They stood there silent, looking at Raffey and back at the tree line.  “Raffey probably sees a bunny,” said Red. “Tigger is a better watchdog than Raffey, and he’s just sitting there” everyone laughed nervously, and Red said, “ok, let’s get some sleep. Who’s on watch tonight?”  We will said, Matt and Andy, Jerry also volunteered to stay up and keep watch.  Red and Doc packed up all the smoke equipment and headed to their boat while small groups were making their way to the tents.

Doc and Red cleaned up a little on the boat before heading into the cabin, putting away all the cannabis and bongs.  Doc and Red take their medications and get into bed with the occasional cannabis smell or giggle pouring from the cabin. A memory foam mattress was cut to fit the boat’s bow, with a beautiful Hawaiian bedding set that Doc cut and sewed to fit the mattress herself.  Doc Sets up the DVD player and the tv to play a movie and then got into bed.  Red looked at her “really,” said Red, “you know I can’t sleep without it, besides the noise will be nice’ said Doc as Red pulled her close to him and said, “I know just funning around.” “Love you” “Love you too,” they muttered as they drifted off to sleep.

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