2391 Marijuana

I got in the door, and tried calling Peyote again. Peyote? It's Marijuana. Still in shock? Yes, I'm serious, can you come on the weekend of July 4th for the picnic? Well how about just because I want to see my uncle? Thank you. I'll pass along more specifics when I get them...I love you too.


I flung myself on the bed, I missed Eagle. Maybe I'll call over there, don't want to show up in the middle of something like an all night meeting with his manager about contracts and stuff. Not home. I fell back on the bed, and slipped into sleep. Not long after that, I woke to hear the door open, and Eagle "Mari, where are you?" Hey, I'm over here. I thought you were still out of town. I had been laying half naked on the bed, but sat up, and threw on my robe to go welcome him. I got a big kiss, and hug, and then we went to bed...and not to sleep either.