October 22, 1964.8:00 pm. The Asher Home
I hadn't heard back from Mal or Brian about my, okay mine and Ringo's weed, and I was getting antsy. Normally it didn't take more than a day and a half before one of them, lately it had been Neil and Mal, to show up with a nice fat bag. So where the hell was it? I had no idea, and Brian couldn't be found. Instead of going and tracking Mal down first, I headed over to Paul's house. Him and John were never without, and I needed some now.
I parked in front of the house and exhaled smoke before walking up to the door. I knocked quickly and wondered if possibly Jane was going to running about in anything tight, and short. That'd be nice. I grinned and waited for someone to come to the door.
I parked in front of the house and exhaled smoke before walking up to the door. I knocked quickly and wondered if possibly Jane was going to running about in anything tight, and short. That'd be nice. I grinned and waited for someone to come to the door.