[center][h3][color=20B2AA]Bodhi Fisher[/color][/h3] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/f0/db/f5f0db2a1531750c503e8f98f4e115d4.jpg[/img] [color=20B2AA][b]Location;[/b][/color] Apartment building → Bodhi’s home → The Beach. [color=20B2AA][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] No one in particular[/center][hr] [color=20B2AA] “Dude, I’m telling you this shit right here is a quality sativa, very uplifting, my dude’s calling it Coral Reefer, and this is totally exclusive. I’m only offering it to the best customers, you’d be one of the first dudes to light this up.” [/color] Bodhi explained, giving his best sales pitch to Justin, a hipster-type acquaintance. He sat a slightly upscale apartment with Justin and two of his friends whose names Bodhi couldn’t remember. His beat up old backpack rested between his legs and he unzipped the bag and pulled out a pill bottle that contained a rather large bud. [color=20B2AA]“I mean give it look, take a sniff. Nice and sticky, blue hairs, perfect covering of trichomes.” [/color] “Dude, I don’t know, I mean I got a medical card now, the dispensary’s cheaper.” One of Justin’s friends started to say. [color=20B2AA] “Whoa man, I didn’t know you wanted some corporate ditch weed. I mean this is local, small batch, artisan shit right here. This is grown with love by a true sixties throwback, not some mass-produced factory plants.” [/color] Bodhi continued, choosing his words carful to appeal to his customer. “Bodhi, Bodhi, man this is what I want,” Justin said handing back the pill bottle to Bodhi. “I’ll take an ounce.” He said, standing up and pulling out a wad of cash. Bodhi nodded and pulled out a sealed bag of weed and handed it to Justin in exchange for the cash. [color=20B2AA] “Awesome, good seeing you again man, enjoy.” [/color] Bodhi said before heading out. So far, his day had been productive; caught some early morning waves and made some cash giving a couple surf lessons, finished up some assignments for class, and now he’d finished making deliveries. He headed back to his car, a ’95 blue jeep wrangler, lifted and capable of some off-roading when he got the urge. His car was actually a couple years older than he, and try as he might he nor anyone else he knew could ever get the air to work, but he took good care of it, knew a enough about cars that he could tinker with it for small problems and knew a couple of older surfers with significate automotive knowledge who helped him out with bigger problems. Bodhi headed back home; he still lived in a small, run down, house with his mom rather than rent an apartment with friends or live in the dorms at school. It was close to both campus and the beach which was a major plus, and he knew his mom would have a hard time making rent without his help. [color=20B2AA]“Maverick!” [/color] He shouted as he walked through the front door and headed into the kitchen. An energetic, eight-year-old black Labrador bounded forth from the old couch in the main room, followed Bodhi into the kitchen, while spinning in circles and wagging his entire back end with excitement. He put the majority of the money he'd made in a coffee can on top the fridge for his mom, while keeping some to buy more product later, and a small amount for himself. He headed into his own cramped room; the walls were adorned with surf posters and his boards, piles of laundry on the floor, and a collection of school books and notebooks covered his unmade bed. He stashed most of the money in his sock drawer, keeping a small amount in his wallet for later, and dumped the contents of his back pack on the bed. He grabbed an old chewed up Frisbee and a beat up leather leash and went to take Mav for a walk followed by a game fetch the Frisbee until his four-legged friend was worn out and they headed back home. Bodhi grabbed a cup in the kitchen and scooped the dog’s dinner from the large bag of dog food that he grabbed from the top of the refrigerator. He poured the cup of food into Mav’s bowl and the dog immediately began wolfing it down. Bodhi, having been up since just before sunrise, took a quick nap on the couch while Mav, after finishing his dinner, found a spot on a nearby chair. When he got back up again he check the time, the school bonfire thing wasn’t until a bit later that night, so he still had some time to head back to the beach and hopefully catch a few more waves and still have some time to stop back at home to drop off his board, shower, and change. He left his shirt and flip flops in his room, grabbed his shortboard, packed his backpack with the essentials; one bottle of sunscreen, one large towel, water, and one bar of Mr. Zog's Sex Wax, before he headed out to the beach. He kept his phone in a waterproof case zipped up in the pocket of his board shorts along with his keys and wallet. He picked a spot in the sand just far enough from shore that his stuff would stay dry and began waxing up his surfboard.