By the time we arrived back at the cabin, the sun had pretty much gone down, and the sky had become a breathtaking wash of pastel reds, oranges and yellows. So far, everything was going okay. The fool didn't suspect a thing—and why should he? Still, it didn't give me much of a lift knowing I could fool a moron. That much I’ll certainly admit. I was just happy to have found the s**t, know what I mean? Pretty lucky, huh?
We went inside, and I went into the bathroom and scrubbed up while Lester got the bong ready. He rapped on the door while I was drying my face and hands.
"Yeah, Lest, what do you want?"
"I’m gonna call it Red Rad, Vic," he said, his voice muffled by the heavy, wooden door. "Because it's red ... and it's radical. How’s that?"
Oh, that’s good, Lester. That's very good.
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