The Stoner "Bridge to Terabithia"

    After a long, anticipatory wait, the gaggle of "kids" mob to their spot, only to find it occupied by a six-year-old's birthday party. In seach of a safer haven, they cut through the park and search the back.  A promising tunnel-path becons.  Safe, shrouded in the dim-dark of the middle of the tunnel, they pause, dividing, sharing, rolling sweet marijuana into blunts.  The IMPOSSIBLE happens, and one catches a glimpse of the cops rolling by. The group quickly walks through the tunnel, finding a perfectly quiet residential area on the other side.  They stood, rolling some more. Intending to venture further, yet feeling lost, they stood and smoked, ready to mob if it seemed necessary. Thirty minutes seemed sacred and lasted forever, as everybody efficiently smoked two indica blunts, and one fat hybrid. Then, leaving, the gaggle retraced their steps, returning to the side of noisy, bothersome reality they had left behind, departing to embark on their own separate adventures.