Published on The Doomstead Diner on April 12, 2017
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As Wednesday rolled around, Kenny noticed his bag of Ganja was running low, and he needed to replenish the supply. He really missed being able to supply himself with the Medicinal Weed by growing it hydroponically in the basement of his old McHovel. He couldn't wait to get his Walipini built with Karl's help using a big ass Daiwoo Back Hoe and Front End Loader so he could start growing some nice Sinsemilla in there for his personal supply, and perhaps a Cash Crop now that at least Medical Marijuana was legalized in Montana. Perhaps until the Walipini was finished Karl would let him grow some in the Earthship Greenhouse area? He'd have to ask him about doing that.
Meanwhile, his main source of reefer was his friend from High School Kareem, an immensely tall black guy around 7 feet in height, although a bit thin and lanky. Kareem did his business out of the Mall, generally parking himself on one of the benches in front of the Macy's Anchor with his Wireless Ear Buds on listening to Rap Music and surfing the internet on his Iphone. He wasn't hard to miss even sitting down, since even sitting he was still taller than most of the shoppers heading into Macy's.
Kareem was sitting on his bench, trying to act like all was normal and it was just another day out at the Mall selling the Mary Jane. Normally, he got very little in the way of flack from the local Gestapo, generally there were bigger problems to attend to than a small time Ganja seller, and he also paid out a few bribes as necessary. However, these were not normal times, and the investigation over the Drive By shootings at the 7-11 was still ongoing. The Gestapo had shown up the previous night at Kim's Auto Body Shop during the evening meeting looking for Kensoto, who was pretty well hidden couch surfing in Atlanta in the West African community for the moment, with fake ID as Ibrahim Kanshasa.
All the Terminators at the meeting were questioned by the Gestapo, but they did not get much information. The Terminators had several days to get their story straight, and the line was that Kensoto had gone missing the night of the shootings and nobody had seen him since. When they finally left, Kim immediately sent an encrypted message to Kensoto that he was now on the Radar and would probably have to make a decision of whether to return and face a probable indictment, or to stay permanently underground as a fugitive. There was still no word back from Kensoto, and the whole clusterfuck was keeping him preoccupied. When Kenny tapped him on the shoulder he was briefly startled since he was focused on playing Sid Meyer's Civilization on his I-phone and blasting Kanye West into his earbuds. He pulled out the earbuds and gave Kenny a big smile. He was a good customer, even if he was a little far out with his Doom scenarios, although Kareem was starting to think he might be right.
"Yo Kenny! How's it going dude?" Kareem greeted him.
"Oh, you know the usual. Cut a lawn here, dig a hole there. Haven't seen you at the gym lately, you're going to get flabby!", Kenny joked.
"Yea, things have been busy lately…", Kareem responded without going into detail. Much as he would have liked to unload to Kenny, he wasn't that sure of him yet. He had proposed the idea of offering himmembership in the Terminators, but so far no decision had been reached. "…so, you still 'preppin up' these days?", Kareem asked changing the topic.
"Sure am!", Kenny replied. "In fact, I have a new plan for developing an off grid community for when TSHTF.". He pulled a card out of his pocket, a Level 2 card with his cell phone number and email address on it. Considering he was buying reefer from Kareem, he seemed safe enough to give a level 2 card to. He also would be a good person to have around, he was a mighty intimidating presence at 7 feet tall. "If things go south in a hurry at some point, give me a call or email me. I'll let you know where we have our Doomstead set up."
Kareem took the card and dropped it in his wallet. The "we"" Kenny used sounded interesting. He always thought of Kenny as a Loner, it was interesting to find out that he apparently had friends involved in his collapse planning.
" 'We', huh? Got yourself a Gang of Kollapsniks?", Kareem asked, semi-sarcastically.
Kenny laughed. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a gang, but there are a few of us.", he responded without specifying any numbers or the fact his "gang" currently only consisted of himself, an old guy and two really HOT women. He'd have to get to know Kareem better before he let on any more information about the Doomstead.
"Well, thanks for the invitation, if we do get the kind of collapse you were always spouting off on back in High School, I'll definitely give you a call. Here's my card too." Kareem said, handing him one of the Terminator's Biz Cards with their Public phone number and email, which Kim monitored and filtered for malware and viruses.
Kenny noticed immediately that the email address was on an Icelandic Server with a .ic file extension.
"Wow. Iceland Server! That's cool Kareem!"
Kareem laughed. "LOL. Doomers aren't the only ones who need to be concerned with security. In our business, it's pretty important too. Kim our IT guy is a total freak about this stuff. Speaking of which, are we doing any business today?" Kareem inquired.
'Oh, definitely!", Kenny replied. "A couple of things. First I'd like to pick up a Kilo of tha shit from Colorado if you still have some. That was pretty good and better than that Mexican trash you laid on me a few months ago."
Kareem laughed. "Yea, that shit was not the greatest, I admit. But you can't always get the real good bud from the small suppliers. We do the best we can, and try to keep at least something in inventory all the time. Let's take a walk out to my van, I have a couple of different varieties available this week. The Colorado ganja is gone, but I have some from Idaho and from Oregon, along with the Mexican shit which I'm sure you don't want even though it's a lot cheaper."
"Yea, understood.", Kenny replied. "Speaking of suppliers, I was considering getting back in the business of growing, now that Medical Marijuana use has been legalized in Montana. However, since recreational use still isn't legal, I could use some underground help in distribution."
"I'm your man!", Kareem said, flashing a big smile. "I remember smoking some of your bud in High School, that was really first class ganja! How much do you think you'll be growing?" he asked, as they reached the van. "Let's go for a drive, I don't want to do the deal here in the parking lot, too obvious."
Kenny got in the passenger seat and Kareem got in behind the wheel, barely squeezing in with the seat all the way back and a raised roof on the full size Ford Econoline. A quick drive over to the rear parking lot of an abandoned warehouse got them the privacy necessary to do the deal in relative safety.
"Probably a couple of kilos a month once I get my Walipini fully set up.", Kenny estimated. "I may have a small amount of product this year from a smaller greenhouse arrangement, but full production not until next year, or maybe over the winter working with grow lamps and heating the Walipini."
"Sounds like a decent amount of smokeables.", Kareem replied as they got out of the Captain's Chair seats in the front of the Van and Kareem opened the side sliding door for Kenny to have a look at his current inventory of products. "We can work out the pricing and split of profits once you have some product. If it is as good as I remember, I probably can get $100-$150/ounce for it retail. So should make a few grand a month easy, long as we can move it all anyhow."
"As long as the FRNs are still working, that will be a good supplemental income. It will buy a lot of good preps.", Kenny replied as he sniffed the Ganja from Idaho and Oregon to compare. He didn't bother with the Mexican trash. The Oregon buds were considerably fresher and more pungent in odor, so it was a no brainer. "How much for the Oregon bud?" he inquired.
"Good choice." Kareem nodded. "$120/ounce."
"Any discount for larger quantity?", Kenny asked.
Kareem sensed a big sale in the making. Most of his clients could only afford a half ounce or less at a time, and often he would sell by the joint. This sale could make his whole day!
"I'll go $400 for a 1/4 pound.", Kareem replied.
"DEAL!" Kenny replied, reaching in his back pocket for his Snakeskin Wallet he had made from a Rattlesnake he decapitated with a Fast Hatchet when out on a camping trip during High School. Withdrawing 4 Benjamins from the wallet, he handed them over to Kareem, and Kareem took 4 Ziplock Glad Bags of the Oregon Bud from out of the secret compartment in the bed of the van. It was almost his entire stash of the stuff that he would carry around at one time in the van. Most of the inventory was kept at various secret locations around Missoula, and he would replenish as necessary. Only the very top officers in the Terminators organization knew where these drops were, himself and Kim.
"Excellent deal!", Kareem said as they boarded the van for the trip back to the Mall parking lot. "I will talk to the rest of my officers to see their opinion on taking you on as a supplier. It would entail your joining our organization and taking the Terminator Oath of Loyalty."
Kenny considered this as they pulled into the parking lot at the Mall. He wasn't a big Joiner, generally having preferred to work on his own over his years as a prepper. However, the decision to try to create a SUN Community rather than go it alone as a Solo Doomer meant that this sort of joining and cooperating with others would be necessary. It really would depend on the other people in Kareem's Terminator Gang, and what the Oath of Loyalty said. Gang Bangers generally had a bad reputation, but Kareem seemed like a decent guy. Also, Gang Bangers generally had pretty good fmiliarity with weapons, and those might very well be necessary to Protect & Defend the Doomstead against Zombies & Rogue National Guard and Police forces.
"I'll give it some thought Kareem.", Kenny replied cautiously. "I'll have to talk it over with the rest of my group."
"That's fair. I need to talk it over also. Maybe we can get together next week and work on it."
"OK, send me an email when you work something out." Kenny replied getting into his own van. "Right now I gotta get back to work! Got a big ass lawn of an ER Doctor to cut today!"
Kareem waved as Kenny drove off, and then walked back inside the Mall to see if he could make a few more sales for the day. The sale to Kenny already made his day, but every bit of profit was good, and besides it kept his mind off the problems Kensoto was having, somewhat.
The issues of both Kenny and Kensoto would have to be discussed in detail at the next meeting of the Terminators.