<br/>The gang leader scrounged around the disarrayed room, looking for something to help the mood.  He checked the boxes and bags one-by-one and threw them to side until he found exactly what he was looking for—a half smoked joint from three nights prior.<br/><br/>He walked to the stove, bent over, breathed in, and turned on the stove, lighting the cigarette.  He breathed in deeply and slowly to savor the taste and held it in his lungs for half-a-minute.<br/><br/>By the time the joint was gone, so was his prize.<br/><br/>“Fuck… he muttered to himself.  He stumbled back into the room and collapsed onto the mattress, face down.<br/>