Larkel stood out of his tent and zipped it back up. “Stay in there.” He blew a kiss into the tent. He turned and walked to the tree. The tree jumped into Larkel’s pocket. Larkel poured a cup of turkey piss. He stoked up the fire and pulled out his knife and a bag of weed.
It was the last of his weed. He packed a bowl and inhaled. It was tittttttttttttts. His brain dribbled out his ass.