Which was good, because Jason was starting to weird me out a little.
After taking a few puffs, he kept mumbling, "I am nearly one with the yee force. Mike, you don't understand, I am nearly one with yee."
So after we got off the bus, we took a taxi to go find where Mulatto worked. An inner city weed shop.
It was a bit more welcoming inside. Mulatto recognized us both, & crossed the counter to give us both a hug.
The smell of weed was thick
A worn out sofa, an old CRT television, in a bare brick abode welcomed us.
And beside a glass case that said, "Break in Case of Boomers" was a gas mask,
And..
Standing in the corner of the break room, was a gigantic gasfan powered mega bong, with a gallon of ice water, & appropriately named:
El Diablo Monstrum.
Jason was in awe. I was morbidly impressed.
"Wait, a quarter of a -bushel-"
"Yea, ain't it something."
"Well, if we didn't need the money, I'd say let's give it a go."
Mulatto graded our weed, & let us know he could take a quarter.
I figured that'd be enough. So we got the cash, & was about to leave.
He was angry.
I noticed she was trying to fight back panic, because he was nearly about to swing at her with the 1911 he quick drew from his hip.
Then I heard breaking glass.
Vanessa screamed, ducked, & took cover, as I hit the back of the counter just in case. Mulatto hopped over, & was just about to finish him off.
It was too late.
"It's too late, you damn quadroon. The boomer host will avenge me."
And then passed out, & on a moment later.
"Shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck" Mulatto said, reloading.
"Mike, that's not important, did you even hear what he said? He's alerted the Great Boomer Host. We're fucked."
I didn't understand, but I felt now was appropriate to take inventory of what we had.
Hardly enough to take on a militia, let alone a host of boomers.
I knew that look by now. He had a plan. A dangerous one.
"I got a plan, but it's a dangerous one," he inadvertently repeated.
"J-----, it's about time that we accessed the Yee Force."
I could only mutter, "Fuck."
Mulatto & Jason could access the Yee Force, being black, & a hippy.
Me, & Vanessa, however, would need masks or respirators.
The plan was this:
And not a moment too soon.
I strapped on my mask, & heard them.
And amongst them, a chorus of angry cries.
But they were here, angry, and ready to dole out that punishment, whatever it was.
I never seen so many grey-headed, wrinkle-skinned, tank-top wearing, monster zero-drinking, just-recently-finished-mowing old men in my life.
Astride the one time I went to an Offspring concert.
The boomers began yelling.
The boomers cries were at once, confused, and united. Much like the boomers.
"C'mon, c'mon," I said, not wanting to fill somebodys' grandpas with 00.
The crowd was getting rowdy.
El Diablo Monstrum's wrath was upon us.
The entire store was immediately filled with smoke. "MIKE. OPEN THE DOOR!" I heard Mulatto yell from inside.
And so I did, wafting the smoke out amongst the crowd of boomers.
The boomers cried out in surprise and rage, tossing cans of Monster Zero at the shop.
"I didn't pay taxes for this!" "Hell Yeah, I have the power of god!" "I demand vengeance!"
But soon, they began to green out.
And came upon a curious sight.
I was dumb-founded. I asked, "How are you-"
"Still able to access the Yee Force?" He smiled at me, eating a chip.
I shook my head, still wearing the mask.
"So why-" "Am I here? Well. The Shriners have to make sure our errant boomer brothers don't wild out too much."
I creased my forehead, "A boon?" "Yes, a boon."
"So like-" "At a time of your choosing, but I suggest when it is most dire, the Shriners will aid you."
An eerie feeling crawled up my back, but I went back to the shop.
So we got our money, thanked Mulatto for the cash, and then uh. Well.
Then me and Jason promptly stole a cargo truck, and headed off to New York.