I found the pothead in the basement in a haze of smoke. All I could do was shake my head, because there was really no point in saying, or doing anything. "Your wife's looking for you."

"Oh hey Colt, I was just taking a little breather, you know how your mother gets around this time of year." He rolled his eyes and put out the little end of nothing he had in his hand.

"Yeah, what I'm trying to figure out is why she's doing that shit here instead of at your house." ...