>Liven’s Log, Day…. Uhhhh…
>No clue what say it is here, but there’s one thing for sure
>Back on earth it’s my favorite holiday
>4/20!
>Time to blaze baby
>Put in for this day off from the clinic a week ago, told Kai I’d cover her shift on Wednesday
>Didn’t tell her what it was for, not that she asked
>Wake up nice and early and take care of the family
>Dream is taking care of Peach today, she’s gotten good at being a mommy
>(Finally)
>Head out and go to Flora’s place
>She makes all the good shit
>Knock on her door with the secret pattern
*Knock* *Knock Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock Knock Knock Knock* *Knock*
>No answer for a few seconds
>Suddenly… *BANG!*
>Sounds like a back of rocks hitting the floor
>”SHITFUCK” a voice shouts from in there. “WHO IS IT? GO AWAY I’M NOT HOME”
“Uh, Flora, it’s Liven. Flora I can hear you in there…”
>Silence
>Suddenly the sound of unlocking like, 8 locks
>Where did she get so many bolts?
>Door opens, Flora looks annoyed. “What do you want Liven?”
“Uh… I’m here for my weekly pickup.”
>She seems confused, smells of smoke
>Obviously started early today
“Ya know… my grass?”
>A few more seconds of staring and confused looks
>Then she gets it.
>“Oh, right. Yeah… Can’t do it this week.”
“Wh-what? Why not?”
>She shrugs. “All out, sold it.”
“To whom?”
>She furrows her brow. “Can’t tell ya, you could be fuzz.”
“Flora, it’s not even ill-“
>“In fact, I think you need to go now, be gone!”
>Slams the door in my face.
>Zigga would be pullin extra shifts if I were a lesser stallion
>Leave in a huff, big problem now
>Now where am I going to get my MJ?
 
>Think around, who else can I get my sticky-icky from?
>Wandering around town a bit, then it hits me
“Al Dente!”
>Al’s a stoner and he owes me for some medical work
>Plus last time we lit up we used my stash, so it’s his turn to provide
>What can possibly go wrong?
>Make my way to his and Weather’s home, knock on the door
>Pink pegasus answers it
“Hey Weathervane, is Al around?”
>She nods and points to the floor that has the blue pone sprawled out on
>Walking in, his eyes are clearly bloodshot and the smell is unmistakable
>”Heeeeeey Liven!”
>Wave to the former guard and loom over him
“Hey Al, you started early.”
>Let out a bit of a chuckle
>It’s contagious, and he starts laughing a bit as well
>”Yeah, happy 4/20. Come on in and relaaaaaaax”
>Do just that, glad to know things worked out
“Thanks Noodles. You got any to spare?”
>He looks confused too
>”Uhhhhhh…”
”Any weed man.”
>“Oh! Duh, I knew that.”
>We both have a chuckle
>“So… what were we doing again?”
“Were about to smoke.”
>”Oh right. Did you bring any weed?”
>I swear I’m in a Cheech and Chong bit
“Nah, I was hoping you had some, ya know, from last time.”
>“Oh… no, sorry man. Already used the last of mine.”
>Jebus, it’s not even 10 AM
>”But, ya know Hoof and Rain have a farm. They probably have some you can barter for.”
>Huh, never thought of that. I thank him and go to step out
>”Wait”
>He lifts his bong and gives it over
>”I hope this brings you good luck, Liven.”
>Where the hell did he even get this? Hearth, special order?
>Put it in my saddle bags and head out, hoping for better luck elsewhere
>Hear him talk to Weather as I close the door
>”Hey, have you seen my bong?”
 
>Make my way to Green’s farm, hoping they have some growing like Al says
>See Rain out there, doing farmer pony stuff
>She waves and I come over
>”Hey voodoo horse, what can I do for ya?”
“Well, uh this is kinda weird…”
>”Yeah?”
“But do you have any… any…”
>”Yeah??”
“Any weed… I can barter for?”
>She stares for a few seconds, kinda dumbfounded
>Suddenly, a smile.
>”Well sure, if you really want some. I could use some help around the farm, mind doing that for me?”
>Finally some good luck hits me!
”Yeah, no problem Rai-Rai! What do you need?”
>Thought she’d ask for some assistance plowing or harvesting
>Nope.png
>Apparently the bunnies have been acting up today and have been eating more crops than usual
>Rain mentions they seem out of it and don’t respond to the normal shooing
“They probably celebrate today too.”
>Rain looks back at me confused, but shrugs
>”Get them out of my carrots and lettuce for a while, and I’ll give you what you want!”
>Seems like it will be easy at first
>Find a group in the carrot patch, try to shoo them away
>They look up with bloodshot eyes
>Can swear they’re laughing at me
>They know my dilemma and find it funny.
>Little shits
>Spend the next hour and a half picking them up and removing them from the farm
>Get bitten several time on the leg
>Am_Not_A_Marshmallow.png
>Hope I don’t get rabies
>One rabbit poops in my saddle bags
>Can this get any worse?
>Eventually get most of them cleared away
>As they sobered up they scurried off into the woods, probably for more of the good stuff
>Go back to Rain, sweaty and covered in dirt
“All right Rai-Rai, the rabbits are gone for now!”
>She smiles. “Perfect, and here you go!”
>Gives over a basket covered with a napkin
>Heart is racing and uncover it to see…
>Dandelions and crabgrass
“Uh, Rain?”
>”I picked some weeds for you, just like you wanted!”
>Cannot help but to scrunchieface
“Th-thanks Rain.”
>”I know you can find use for them in your zeeb shaman stuff, have fun!”
>She’s some kinda special kid, that’s for sure
“Rain, I thank you but…”
>Just then Hoof comes up to the farm after his daily deliveries
>”Hey Liven, what are you doing here?” he asks
>”Mr. Voodoo was helping clear the rabbits in exchange for some weeds!”
>He stares at her then looks back to me
>”Does she mean…”
>Nod
>Hoof shakes his. “Sorry Doc, but we don’t grow any of that here.”
>Tell him it’s okay, I’ll try elsewhere
>Says I can keep the basket, it’s the least they can do
>We say our goodbyes and part ways as Hoof explains to Rain the difference between ‘weeds’ and ‘weed’
>Still can’t believe she’s gonna be a mother
 
>Head to the inn, try and poke around see whose holding
>I mean it’s not like it’s illegal in town
>See a bunch of friends and ask around
>Most ponies don’t have any
>Swift Justice seems to have eaten all of hers
>Took about 15 minutes to remind her she was at the inn and the mugs aren’t edible
>Suddenly, from the corner
>”I can help ya out, Liven”
>Turn and see my good friend Compount Lift, owner of the gym
“Oh thank the gods! You’re holding Compound?”
>She nods and sips her drink. “Of course, and I’d be happy to give you what I’ve got…”
>Smile grows wider
>”For a price”
>Shouldda known this was coming
>Still, a fair trade is fair
“What is it ya want?”
>She downs the rest of her drink and orders another
>”Well first you can pay for my drinks.”
>Not a problem, just put it on my tab
“Sure, anything else?”
>That_Smile.gif
>Gulp, knowing that look
>”Well, this is some good shit, I’d need to be… properly entertained to want to give it over”
> :I
“Okay… What do you want me to do?”
 
>The next hour is spent entertaining Compound
>She demands that this zigga try to fly by jumping off a table and flapping my front legs
>Several times
>Followed by standing on my head and downing two beers
>”Okay, now sing me a song!”
>Grunt and hop on the table
“What should I sing?”
>”Something sexy”
>That’s specific
>The rest of the inn is havin a giggle at me being a fool
>Wind up settling on ‘Tubthimping’ by Chumbawumba
>Can’t sing for shit, but nopony seems to care
>Finish up to cheers from the crowd
>Nopony can say I don’t have balls at least
>Compound is laughing her ass off.
>”Okay, one more thing!”
>Finally! The things I do for my dope
>Compound gets up and whispers in my ear
>Give her a deadpan expression
“You’re fuckin kidding me.”
>She shakes her head
>Sigh, at least she’ll be done after this
>Head over to the bartender, Booze Hound
>”Need another round?”
>Head shake
“Nah, I ugh…”
>”Liven if you’re going to kiss me I’m sorry, but I’m not that interested in you.”
>Roll my eyes
“Not if you were the last stallion on earth.”
>”Then what?”
>Sigh again
“I bet you punch like a sissy little faggot, you limp-wristed fuck.”
>Compound is holding in her laughter, her face is all red
>Booze gives one look at me and sighs
>Out of nowhere his hoof plants itself in my gut
>Nearly vomit the drink in my stomach
>Bloody hell he hits like a truck
>”Still think that Liven?”
>Almost cough up a lung
“Nah… you proved me wrong…”
>He smirks and goes back to washing glasses
>Compound is losing her shit, rolling on the floor and laughing
“You bloody wanker, you actually did it!”
>Pain still in my stomach, I’mma wiz red for a while
“Yeah… now that’s all, right?”
>She nods and gets up. “Come here, and I’ll give you your prize”
>Any other day no weed would be worth this much
>She reaches into her saddlebags and shows that in it, there’s…
>Nothing
“Compound, what the fuck?”
>She smirks a bit. “That’s for fucking in my gym”
>Go bright red. She knew about that?
“Uh…”
>”And no, I don’t have any. Next time thin about where you and your misses do the deed, got it?”
>Nod sheepishly
>Not even mad, just embarrassed
>She goes back to her drink as I leave, glad nopony else heard that last bit.
 
>Get home as the sun’s setting
>Dream is having a staring contest with Peachy
>Kinda not fair, considering she only has one eye
>”You’re going to blink first, ya little poop machine.”
>Peach doesn’t know what’s going on and is just being a baby
>Suddenly the foal reaches up and boops her mommy on the nose
>RIGHT
>ON
>THE NOSE
>Dream scrunchies and I chuckle
“Having fun?”
>”I haven’t beaten her yet today. She does that every time.”
>Leave it to my waifu to be outsmarted by a foal
>Head into the kitchen and get dinner ready
>Nice meal with the family, fresh salad and bread for us
>Even after today, still have a lovely family to spend some time with
>I clean up while Dream feeds our daughter
>”So, you smoke-a-da-weed today? I don’t smell it on you”
“Nah, couldn’t get ahold of any.”
>She snickers as she burps da babe
>Loud belch fills the room
>That’s my daughter!
>”Well, it happens, I’m sure your day was pretty eventful at least.”
>Have to agree, was kinda nice, even the embarrassing parts
>Got to see some friends, spend time making other ponies laugh
“Yeah… not a bad day at all.”
>Later that night, Dream puts Peachy in bed
>Sitting in my chair with some nice tea, a fire roaring
>Dreamy comes up to me and plops down on my lap and smiles
>”Sorry you couldn’t smoke today hun, I know it’s uh… a holiday… and stuff.”
>Tell her its fine, still wasn’t a bad day
>”Well… maybe it will get a little better.”
>She hops off and heads into our room, comes out with a small bad and gives it to me.
>”Open it!”
>Do as instructed, know that smell anywhere
“You didn’t.”
>She gives me that big goofy smile that I love so much
>”I bought it from Flora, just in case something like this happened.”
>Gives her a great big hug and nuzzle the mare
“You’re the best Dream, I love you.”
>She hugs back and nuzzles my neck
>”Happy 4/20!”