# Gina's Weed Guy

## Notes

Maybe this stuff will get cut up and fit into other stuff, rather than
as a standalone thing.

Right now, I want a place to store notes.

## Screenplay

### Scene one: first meeting

I remember going to his apartment.  He had a big pet snake in the
corner.  No cage.  There was a heat lamp off the wall shining on a tree
branch.  Layers of newspaper on the floor.  Thing was huge.  Like 8 feet
long, thicker than a fire hose.

We sat around a coffee table that had a shelf under it, and after a
while, I noticed that on the shelf, there was a pistol grip shotgun.

We smoked some weed.

I remember him talking about how he was studying kung fu, and how it is
more effective because he was learning to fight at a really close
range, and other people don't know how to fight right next to somebody.

He talked about his body building routine and how he wanted to grow his
body in a certain way.  I remember gina saying something like how his
body was already perfect.  i think i remember him flexing and posing his
arms and lifting his shirt to show his ab development.

Stuff like this always made me start dissociating.  I would escape into
my mind.  Pretend I was far away.

I hated my body.  seemed to me that no matter how much weight lifting i
did, i still looked like a skinny weakling.

I remember him talking about some other training program he did that
involved doing stuff like learning to fire weapons while moving.  He
described how he would do a forward roll into a crouch and then a target would appear
randomly so he would turn and fire from that crouch.

He acted it out.  He stood up, stretched his hands high, somehow
squatted low then spun around and pointed an imaginary gun at a target
above him.

He said it was how some elite part of the Israeli military trained for
urban combat.  They wanted to be able to hit targets while moving
through the enviroment, rather than needing to stop and get into a
particular stance and then shoot.

He sat down again.  It was quiet.  I said it sounds like handgun yoga.
The guy liked that. He repeated it.

I think I bought a few quarters of him that night.

### Scene: another meeting

I remember he had moved.  This time, I had brought $200 and I was buying
four ounces.  I left that day with a brick of weed.

We also had some crazy strong bright green indica.  He said it was "one
hit" and I remember being completely delirious.