Streets of Pegasus

It was a week after I bought the herb and focalin, everything since leaving gold's pad is a blur. I remember going to a casino, winning some, losing more. Smoking and railing with a friend. Driving around town stoned and stimmed listening to vibrasphere.
But still the memories were all blurred. When I ran out of focalin I counted my money, 530 bits. My rent is 520, I spent 10 bits on a for rent sign. I figured I could rent out my guest room for half my rent and have an extra 260 bits to spend on focalin.

It was 4 hours after putting up the sign, and I was jonesing pretty bad. I weighed out a half gram of that cindy (I had 2 grams left still.) and rolled a joint. My tolerance had gone up so it'd take at least half of that joint to get me stoned. I was puffing away and was halfway down to filter, just crossing that border between buzzed and stoned when I heard a knock on the door.

"just a minute!!" I yelled out.

I put the half smoked joint into the ashtray on my desk and went into the washroom to put in some visine, then I combed my hair. I raced back into the main room and swung open the door expecting to see one of my neighboors. Instead I saw the most beautiful mare I'd ever laid eyes upon. her coat a pale purple, a straight black and pink mane and tail, deep green eyes and a perfectly set face.

"U..hm... H..i?" I managed to say barely above a whisper.

She smirked and failed to suppress a giggle at how awestruck I was by her.

"Hehe, hi. I'm Lavender Breeze!"

"uhh...err..r...ehem... e..hh..."

I suddenly felt stupidly high.

"You're here about the uhh, the... Room for rent!? Right?"

"Sure am!" she blurted enthusiastically

"Oh, well come on in.."

I gestured for her to sit on the couch, I sat back down at my computer desk. I picked up my joint and took 3 long, hard puffs. Suddenly my anxiety about talking to this absolutely stunning mare disappeared.

"Ever smoked weed!?" I blurted out.

"No, not since highschool." She said, playing with her mane.

"wanna puff?" I asked.

"Sure, why not" she sounded unsure, and laughed nervously.

I watched as she took a big long puff, she held it in for as long as possible. After about 10 seconds she exhaled, coughing like crazy. After about 5 seconds she stopped coughing, then burst out laughing like some kind of idiot. I got her to calm down.

"How often did you say you smoked weed in high school?"

"Dude, like 3." she said spaced out and kind of giggling.

" A week, a month? Or what?"

"Like a lifetime" she said and then burst into full out laughter again.

I remembered that I was renting her a room.

"The rent will be 260, by the way."

"That's fine!" she blurted.

"I'll be back in an hour or two make yourself at home."

I hand her the rest of my joint, pull out a cherry cigarelo lit it and was out of there.