Lucid Visionary

  The nightclub scene was slowly dying as it grew closer to closing time. Clubgoers were casually making their exit unknowing of Zulu's remaining battle-worn crew silently slipping in through the secured back entrance. Kaydle's face turned up as the stench of cigarette smoke with a light hint of alcohol-induced vomit flooded her senses. "Ugh. Smells like someone had a great night." She said as she aided Shotz through the backdoor. Shotz groaned as he fumbled around in his pocket. "Look at God! The other half of my blunt still ready to be burned down, baby!" He nudged Jay for a light as he put his slightly mangled blunt to his lips. "Listen Kaydle, I know that shit was nasty back there, but you really pulled through for us. I appreciate it for real because them boys probably would've slumped all of our asses if it wasn't for you going ape shit." Jay laughed as he chimed in, "Damn Shotz, get popped once, and all of the sudden you go emot...