Passing the joint Donny deflects a barrage of questions he not only doesn't know the answer to doesn't care to know, "hey I've only been there a week, jeez, bunch of scammers here. Most I can say about waste pick-up is, its called in when needed to be emptied. Which Ray said happens a couple times a month. But man the weed on the bottom would be rancid."

Handing off after a few lung-fulls of smoke Tom exhales the bigger thought, "condition don't matter."

Bewildered by the idea too Rod surmises their scheme, "are you gonna attempt cooking that down?"

"That's a lot of work there," Donny catches on, "and dangerous with the alcohol. How far were you thinking of going?"

Able to breath again Tom gives a nod to Clay, "oil or hash for sure. Sell it to the high schoolers. Make some serious scratch on a couple thousand pounds of waste."

An ear to ear smile forms on Jeff's face, "shatter."

"Be nice if possible," Tom gives Jeff a nod of approval, "we just need to either get a rig and show up before the regular company does. Or if last minute just heist the truck shortly after leaving the grow-house."

"Fuck yah," Jerry sees it, "quickly drop the load near by like your uncle's place," he points to Jeff, "it's just a mile from there. And ditch the truck somewhere else. I bet those things are tracked these days. Just need something like excavator near by, to empty out the bin into something else."

Seeing a plan come together Jeff nods along, "yeah, my uncle's rarely around. He's got one of those tiny machines in the barn. Looks fuckin' hilarious seeing that huge bastard squeeze in and out of that thing."

Clay has a further suggestion, "think we can wrangle a dump-truck for a day or two."

"Oh right," Tom winks at Clay, "we know a guy with one that ones us a favor."

"Or two," Jeff knows the man they're referring to, "he never uses it anyway."

Wanting to be included in a caper Rod offers, "hey Donny, man when you figure out who the waste company is let me know. I'll keep a look out in the bins for any company shirts or coats for cover."

"Nice." Jeff gives a thumbs-up to Rod, "in case we can just drive right in and get it ourselves."

"Fuckin' cool," Jerry senses profit and adventure, "need another hand you got me."

"Ah for what?" Jeff jabs at him, "fall-guy? Ahah, sure." He pretends to make a phone call, "hello officer I seen this Jizzy Jerry guy from around town driving this garbage truck that smelled an awful lot like weed. And this Jerry character is too stupid to be given a job like that. I mean he's no politician either."

The guys laugh lightly irking Jerry, "Fuck off Jizzy Jeff. What the fuck was that about anyway."

"See too stupid," Jeff laughs to himself inspiring controlled laughter from the others.

"Well like I said I don't want any part of it," Donny attempts to defuse a possible situation noticing Jerry become irritated, "can't call you right away anyway, no phone and can't have one inside the trim room."

Knowing how life works Rod puts out there, "if they call, wouldn't that mean next day pick-up."

"Or couple of days," Tom's seen it at the shop, "you know maybe I can help you out with a phone Don."

"What's that?" Curiously Donny watches Tom turn to a cabinet behind and open the doors, "you got an old burner or something in there."

"New one, I think." Tom moves a few things around looking for the packaging finding a phone card first, "oh need one of these things." Setting the card on the cabinet returns to the search, "nobody wants these things anymore so I low-balled that punk thief a gram for it and told him to scram. Always causin shit around here."

"That's kind of decent of you Tom," Donny doesn't think it necessary, "I can't have it on me at all times in there."

No longer just a scheme in Jeff's mind, "no worries Donny man. Break, going home, taking a shit... if you hear give us a call, we'll do everything else."

Finding the phone Tom turns to the group adding, "call for a lil' herb or Loril you know." He gets out a utility knife to open up the packaging.

Feeling pressured Donny knows it's a simple call they're asking for, "oh alright. But really keep me out of it. No cash payoffs that'll get me in trouble."

"Okay." Tom cuts open the packaging, "you want any product?"

About to say no Donny reconsiders, "well, maybe if it turns out well."

"Fuckin' right it will be," Jeff can almost see it processed for sale, "with us at the helm stay the fuck off the waters."

"Okay," Jerry snickers, "think we need to cut you off."

"What?" Jeff doesn't care, "time for another one? Already? All-righty?" He sways to the workbench to get'r'done.

"Fuck sakes my poor lungs," Clay's reaching the point of done.

"You'll make it my friend," Jeff lightly laughs manically to himself preparing a joint.

"Will you?" Tom jests pulling the phone from its plastic shell, "damn these fucking things." He tosses the packaging into a large tin waste bin behind, "give me a few here Donny I'll have this phone set up and working before you go."

"Thanks," Don remains uncertain, "hope you guys don't expect me to purposely drop buds until then."

"Hey that'd be cool," Jeff nudges into Donny

"Sorry, no." Donny nudges back, "could be a cool real paying job. TO KEEP."

"Yeah, okay." Jeff refocuses on the herb right there, "a call's still cool."

"Done," Donny replies with no mental guarantee.

Recalling the moldy weed possibilities Jerry suggests, "would it be better for us to wait for a bin that's got one of those unwanted batches of moldy weed. Wouldn't that be better in the mix? Overall. Donny could call us at home later and when it happens and get an idea then how long it take before the bin's ready to be taken away. Get a good haul."

Crushing the weed into a paper Jeff mutters, "fuckin' A+ thinking there,"

They all agree however the growing role troubles Donny. What the waste truck was highjacked? Funny wasn't Donny asking a lot of questions about waste services? Why yes. And he was hanging around that bin all week.

Sounding perfectly planned to Rod, "kind of a legendary caper too."

"Yeah," agreeing Jeff begins to salivate, in time to coat the glue seal on the rolling paper.

"I don't know about legendary," With the phone charging Tom studies Jeff smoothing out a fattie, "like that one, for the record books, maybe ... Fuck barely a seam there holding that together. What papes' did you use?"

"Our usual ones," Jeff grins at it laughing a little manically, "efficient, environmentally thoughtful rolling at its finest here."

Jerry's impressed, "nice one to try wrapping the lips around there."

Jeff jests back, "what's that? You want to wrap your lips around my dick."

As the guys chuckle to the lampoon behavior Jerry's not so amused, "fuck no."

Tom attempts to take a jab at both, "yeah Jerry what the hell. Guy's obviously afraid to choke on small bones."

All laugh including Jeff while attempting to light his cannon of a joint.

Thinking of small bones Rod recalls requesting chicken-wings for a Sunday get together, "Oh hey Donny. Next Sunday there's a thing going at my place the Mrs. would enjoy having Loril and you over."

"Okay," No problem with that Donny considers it might be to Loril, "I'll talk to her about it later. Watching a game and having some food?"

"Yup." Rod smiles

Causing concern Jeff asks, "can we come too?"

"Ah," Rod knows Jeff maybe a problem but didn't think they'd want to join, "sure if you guys like. Nothing wild going on. Mrs. just felt like throwing something together."

"Oh thanks," Tom takes the cannon from Jeff, "and thanks."

Jeff speaks with a restricted exhale, "sure."

Not how Clay wants to spend a Sunday and hopes something better turns up. Though a once good high school athlete wasn't good enough to move on and resents watching professional sports, he will go out to watch a real game in action. Offered the joint Clay takes one haul before passing it off to Jerry, "here."

"Oh thanks," Jerry takes the cannon spying Jeff study how he inhales, "just fuck off Jeff. Don't even say it."

"What?" Jeff snickers sensing thoughts are known, "wasn't gonna say a word."

"Yeah okay," self-conscious Jerry takes a second altering lips, trying to appear anything but erotic, to Jeff.

The sight has Rod chuckle, "here Jeff let me wrap my lips around that. You guys wanna picture me sucking dick that's on you not me. I prefer to lick labia. To each their own."

The guys laugh, slowly distracting themselves into hazy banter getting away from pot plotting for an hour or so.

Nearing 10pm Donny attempts to slip away avoiding any further scheming. However Jerry reminds him to take the phone Tom set up with an hour of time to use. Taking the phone to not seem reluctant about it was the most uncomfortable part of Donny's stop. He does it quickly while agreeing to make the calls just to get out of there.

Arriving home obviously toasted Donny isn't questioned too much about what happened. Loril was about to let the outing slide however noticed twice when asked about his evening Donny avoided eye contact. The second time ate at her in thought wondering if he was keeping something from her.

For an hour she waited for the opportunity to bring up his evening outing, just to gauge his reaction. Receiving quick eye contact and reply furthered her suspicions. However while contemplating too quietly on how to handle this, Donny's lack of pot intake knocks him out.

Frustrated she attempts to inquire with Donny's sleeping mind, "Donny hun? Donny what were you guys up too?"

Donny's semi-conscious mind replies, "Rod said he'd wrap his lips around it."

Controlling laughter Loril doesn't want to wake him, but wonders, "I don't care if you were hanging out with Rod and Jerry. Were you worried I would be?"

Donny mutters, "no."

Waiting a few minutes Loril whispers softly in his ear, "What's Rod want you to do?"

He mumbles, "Sunday thing."

Informed of the invite already Loril said she'd consider it, is it somebody's birthday or anniversary or something?

Going over known dates she can't recall anything significant. Close to waking Donny to straight out ask Loril figures her mental state might be clashing with his buzz.

Throwing a blanket over him she returns to watching the show on TV. Her mind waits to gauge him tomorrow.