A pre-storm haze descended on the valley, blurring the Sierra Nevada mountain range into a vague and jagged outline. Asher West sat on the balcony of Kapp’s condo, taking in the view. The setting sun before him painted the western sky with brilliant orange and pink hues. Besides the aesthetic pleasure of his surroundings, his vision was filtered even further by the smoke in front of his face and the THC hitting his brain after another paranoid day. Puffing on...