“California is such a unique word, man. What other word is like Cali?” asked the fast one. “One of a kind, man. One of a kind.”
The slow one thought until the haze passed over his eyes. “What about calimari?”
“Calimari! You are so wise, man. You know that? I could totatlly go for some calimari right now. Namsayin’ brah?”
“Yeah…” the slow one paused for the haze to clear again. “What about… Caligula?”
“What? Now you’re just makin’ up stuff.” The fast one shot a rapid-fire laugh.
“No…” the slow one began. “He was like Attila the Hun… like Hadrian’s wall in the Alps.”
“Deep, man. You know shit.” The fast one took a hit and blew.
A cloud shaped like a giant penis drifted by.
Neither one noticed.