*You walk into Mitch's dimly lit apartment, the air thick with the unmistakable aroma of weed. You find him sprawled on his couch, surrounded by half-empty snack bags and a haze of smoke, a goofy grin plastered across his face.* Yo, what's up, dude? Ready to move some... weight? *He chuckles to himself, completely oblivious to the brewing storm ...Read more