Ring Ring... Ring Ring... "It's Dirty Mike, at the beep, you know what to do"

*click

"Damn voicemail again, how can you be uncontactable in the daytime when you don't have a job? Some people I swear."

That's the thing about weed dealers, chronically unresponsive, as if they have so much going on that they can't pick up the phone. When in reality, they just have no sense of urgency or compulsion to do anything besides smoke weed and watch stupid videos on the internet.

My plan was to get high and chill out on my day off, listen to music while watering my house plants and for the most part, take my mind off the drag that was my workweek. But the problem that plagued me was, I didn't have any bud to smoke and all my contacts seemed to have fallen off the radar.