Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Four - The Quest For Weed

Fishy was sitting on his armchair, smoking one of his hand-crafted blunts of weed and watching the news channel. There was nothing said about the weed crisis and for a while Fishy thought that the dealer he 'dealt with' a few hours ago simply hadn't wanted to do any business with him anymore, though he called all the dealers in Cufthill he knew and nobody had any merchandise for sale. Disappointed, he sent a quick message to his secretary that he won't be at work in the IIIrd LO for a few days and assigned his most antisocial and least intelligent student: Ann Pond-Aspen, APA for short, to be his replacement teacher for the class 1weed. Despite facing a weed crisis, he couldn't lose the diligence in mocking his favourite class. He also booked first-class airline tickets to Jamaica. The next day, while sitting on an airplane and sipping some French wine, Fishy was amazed by how much money he had at his disposal when he didn't buy any weed. When he landed in Jamaica, he went to meet Snoop Dogg, to ask him about the missing weed.
- You've come to the right place, bruh - Dogg said - we have tons of weed here in Jamaica. Have a seat and tell me what's the problem.
- Apparently, the whole Europe is suffering from a weed crisis, it's no longer available as if it was Africa, or some other kind of sh*thole. It's totally gone! - Fishy sobbed, while crying on Snoop's shoulder - I flew here to Jamaica to find out what's going on and to refill my supply of weed...
-There is a solution - Snoop replied - you have to go to India, it's the Indian cannabis that we smoke after all, and investigate the issue.
You see, we're supplying weed mostly to the North and South America, while India is covering the market for Asia & Europe. If you go there, you might find out what's going on. Oh, one more thing. Take this humble pack of 20 personally-made blunts as a takeaway, and also accept this gift of my portrait, made of cannabis paper, why don't you hang it on your living room's wall?
At that time, the deja vu struck Fishy and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. How could Dogg know that? Well, he was the god of weed, after all.
Fishy woke up on an airplane and picked up a note lying on the ground.

"Dear Fishy,
I served you the courtesy of sending you to India. Your belongings as well as your weed are located in the bathroom. Hurry there before somebody steals it. When you land in New Delhi, be sure to go to the Weed Palace. You can't miss it. I feel like you will find the solution to the crisis there. Especially if you sneak in there, Mission Impossible style.
Hugs and kisses;
Snoop Dogg

P.S.: Try not to smoke my portraits again. It's a matter of respect.
P.S. #2: It wasn't the deja vu that knocked you unconscious, it was a brick made of solidified weed which one of my homies dropped, soz about that inconvenience! :)"

Having reclaimed his belongings, Fishy got off at the New Delhian airport. It was late evening already, and the whole city was lit up with neon lights. He soon came across the famous Weed Palace. He expected it to be a massive building, towering over the rest, but it was in fact little more than a ruined bungalow. He went inside, only to discover a rather shabby-looking night club, though he felt relieved by the smell of weed in the air. He also heard Rick Astley's "Never gonna give you up" on the radio, with the difference of replacing the word "you" with "weed" in the song's lyrics. The atmosphere was just like at home! He asked the woman at the reception counter if he could buy any weed there, but she refused saying that weed export and sale to foreigners have been banned recently.
Fishy felt his 'k itching under his coat, yet he decided that it's not yet the time. He had a sizable supply of weed that would last him at least a week. He stayed the night in one of the most luxurious hotels in India and he had sweet dreams about marijuana and the class 1weed. He also drew up a plan of investigating the Weed Palace. Everything was bent to unfold the next day..