Stretch's wirey body trembled with the onset of a small shiver from the fresh, brisk air, "Ah! It's almost time!"
Blue raised a brow, "Almost time for what?" He took another hissing hit from the blunt.
"Hustle season, nigga! You don't feel that fall air coming?" He grinned.
"Hell yeah. It's fucking chilly as hell out here tonight," Blue's speech was strained as he held the smoke in his lungs for a few more seconds before blowing it toward the night sky, "but why fall?"
Stretch gingerly snatched the blunt from Blue's offering fingertips, "I can't believe you! It's fucking common sense. Everything comes out in the fall, man!"
Blue nodded with a chuckle, "And you plan to capitalize on this?"
"Nothing has stopped me yet," Stretch answered coughing up herb vapors, "You see people like you make these things too complicated for yourselves."
Blue scoffed, "Hold up! I was just asking you-"
Stretch held up a hand as the smoke from another hit vacated his lungs, "Man I heard your tone," he gave Blue the "Seriously?" look, "You underestimate your own ingenuity."
Blue's lips curled into an amused smirk, "OK Master Guru guy. Enlighten me."
"Like I said, in the fall is when everything comes out. Everyone is going to want these things. All I have to do is get my hands on it, and then make a profit letting them get their hands on it," Stretch held his hands out in admiration of his own greatness, "You see? Simple."
"Man give me a break. Easier-," Blue pointed to the blunt still held by Stretch, "Let me get that," he was passed the blunt and took another pull before continuing, "Easier said than done."
Stretch's smile widened, "You'd be surprised just how easy it really is to fill in the blanks, New Kid."
