It was just another day at the office in Detroit. Rehearsal had gone without a hitch down in the auditorium, and now NathanExplosion and the boys were up in the loft cracking cold ones and ripping bongs. Cinnamon always had the best stuff, greener than the scenery and ranker than a skunk. Nathan wasn't a massive pothead, but he did partake occasionally when he was low on beer.

As they passed the blunt around, Cinnamon's eyes glazed over and he produced a quizzical look, like he was confused. Morry was asleep on the floor, passed out drunk like he had been basically the entire month of December. @Azothoth, Mona, and Marley were in the corner huffing paint and making big floppa noises, or something, idk what they get up to honestly.

JimiHendrix was over yonder strumming wrong handedly on an upside down guitar, while Indifference watched him do so absentmindedly, a broken beer bottle at his feet. Dominick was nowhere to be found, which was odd. He was usually in the thick of things, making inappropriate jokes. He was also their usual getaway driver, so it was odd that he was missing.

"Hang on man...wasn't I supposed to be doing something important today???" Cinnamon asked the room in general, in his sexy slow Scottish stoner accent. Several people shrugged. Nathan racked his brains for whatever Cinnamon was referring too. After several solid minutes of drunken stupor, he remembered.

"OH SHIT! Yeah you were supposed to kill that Corktown godfather dude today! I'll bet you anything Dom is already there, waiting to pick us up for the after party."

There was general grumbling and annoyance from the room as everyone rose from their distractions and filed out the door. It had to have been quite a sight to behold - a half dozen or so drunk and/or high dudes walking down a Detroit sidewalk making their way to the old godfather's house. Dominick was already there, standing against the van. He complained about everyone being late and partying without him and such. 

The beauty of the operation was that this was a normal occurrence. The old man was a customer, that bought from Cinnamon's personal stock. So once a month, they would meet him at his manor for a smoke and a sale. Only this time, there would be a bit more happening.

The group all sat around the table with the old man and a couple of his bodyguards, puffing on a blunt and joking as normal. The smoke was thick - it was an old windowless room with a low ceiling. Cinnamon took a deep drag and exhaled slowly, before feigning a coughing fit. Cinnamon never coughed, he was a professional pot-head. It was the signal.

In a flash of silver steel, all the Detroit crew pulled knives and began stabbing the bodyguards surrounding the old man. He never even noticed the commotion over all of the noise of Cinnamon's hacks. The smoke was too thick to see more than a few feet, and the room was dim. Before he knew it, Cinnamon was standing over him, switchblade at his throat. The old man was scared and confused, stuttering as he tried to ask what was happening. With a smile, Cinnamon slashed open his throat.

As the smoke cleared and the scene became less blurry, Cinnamon stood over the old man with a sad smile. Out with the old and in with the new. The Ganjfather had risen.

I couldn't be happier if Elvis walked in eating a jammy dodger.

all hail the Ganjfather.......if you know, you can remember.

Indifference cracked a fresh beer because his old one was smashed for the celebration.  He hadn't known Cinnamon prior to entering NathanExplosion's crew a way back in his infancy.  He had come to know him as a relaxed and rational dude - both priceless attribute's in his own thoughts.  He walked up beside him as the deed was finished and put his arm around the new Godfather of Corktown.

"My friend, it brings joy to my face to see this day come for you.  This city has risen and prospered and your efforts into it are noticable.  I've enjoyed working alongside you and I look forward to the future here in Detroit.  Please don't hesitate to ask for anything from your friends in Bricktown.  Now, can we party please?"

Indifference stabs a hole in the bottom of his beercan and shotguns it.  He throws the can on the ground and smiles at Cinnamon

Later that day, after having a shower and getting rid of bloodstained clothes, Jimi joined the festivities celebrating the Ganjafather. It was the complete package: good friends, lots of alcohol and top quality marijuana. When given the opportunity, Jimi approached Cinnamon, with a blunt between his fingers.

"My good friend, it has been quite a journey so far. And an even more special and important stage starts now. Needless to say, you can always count on me. I'm pride of you, brother."

He raised the blunt and gave it a few puffs before passing it to Cinnamon.

Garen hardly ever wore suits. They didn't exactly fit his build. He was tall yet stocky with abnormally broad shoulders. However, today was a special occasion. A day for celebrating the Ganjfather of Corktown. After the tailors, Garen quickly made his way over to the ceremony.

Joining the guys as they gave their speeches, Garen awaited his turn to share a few words himself.

"Congratulations on the wonderful accomplishment, my friend! You've worked tirelessly to get where you are today and can now kick back, relax, and enjoy more of the ole kush being served by the pound!" Garen raised his bottle to Cinnamon in honor of the well deserved success before chugging it down.

It was late in the night when Azathoth noticed a bit of a party happening down the street in Detroit, he would have been there sooner but apparently some random guy named Azothoth was given his invitation instead. Going over he kicked out the man that no one there even knew and made his way inside to see if Mona had already arrived with the fancy black robes that he wore to every special occasion--  but of course the slacker wasn't-- luckily for him however, he always kept a spare in his pockets.

Quickly donning the long black attire he dramatically and slowly sauntered over to Cinnamon who was still surrounded by his natural aura of smoke.

"It was a long road for you, eh bud? The highest of honors are yours today, enjoy them.", that's when he pulled out a tiny ring that wailed upon touching it. It wasn't a very good gift, but he never really learned what humans did like to receive. Handing it over to Cinnamon he was a bit confused when the newly appointed Godfather recoiled and dropped it to the floor which is when he realized that maybe the back-up gift would be better suited.

Picking up the never ending ring of sorrow, Azathoth placed it back into his pockets and instead handed over an expensive bottle of scotch that would be better served for a party anyways. He knew the man liked to smoke, so surely a good drink would never be turned down? "Come on over to any of my businesses and anything is on the house, this is only the beginning for you!"

Opting not to drink himself he allowed the rest of the guests to continue partying it up while he looked menacing from afar.

Looking dapper in a fine, fitted grey suit, a battered old flat cap and - for some odd reason - a highly polished black cane topped with a silver ball, Cinnamon addresses the congregated mobsters.

Friends, family, acquaintances and squirrels, it has been an absolute delight and my considerable honour to work with each and every single one of you. You have made this adventure what it was, and without your help, these events simply wouldn't have happened. I thank you all for each step you have taken beside me.

Before we get too drunk - and stoned - I would like to quickly make particular mention of NathanExplosion; you've gone above and beyond at every chance, and it won't be forgotten. Here's to you, boo.

Raising a glass in one hand and taking the joint out of his mouth for once, Cinnamon makes a toast

Long live Corktown, and all who rest their head within her boundaries. Salute! 

Fuck it was cold in Detroit.  As Rain paid the cabbie and got out of the cab the wind hit her with a vengeance.  . She pulled down her aubergine purple wide brim fedora down tighter on her head. It was one of her favorites, designed by Gilbert Adrian, the same type of fedora worn by Greta Garbo in Woman of Affair.  She pulled up her coat collar, tucked her head in and little and made her way up to the Guitars and Ganja headquarters where they were celebrating Godfather Don Cinnamon . She followed  the aroma of Ganja coming from the large room where everyone was gathered.  She had talked to Cinnamon a few times on the phone but this was the first time she was meeting him in person.  As she walked into the room all eyes turned to her and rather quickly she said she was there to see Cinnamon.  He stood up came over to her and said he was Cinnamon.  She reached out her hand to shake his and he took it in his hands and kiss it, helped her remove her coat, told her "beautiful fedora" then told her to have a seat.  He introduced her to NathanExplosion, Rain told him she had heard a lot about him. He then proceeded to introduce her to others who were present.   She recalled reading about JimiHendrix, Indifference and Foamy and told them all it was very nice to meet them. 

Then Cinnamon passed her a blunt.  She took a slight drag, inhaled for awhile then slowly blew the smoke out.  The second drag was a little too strong.  Her eyes began to water, she tried to ease the smoke out but it got caught up and she began to cough and cough.  NathanExplosion passed her one of the cold ones which seemed to do the trick.  She finally gained her composure a little embarrassed as she looked around knowing they wanted to laugh but was holding it in.  After only a few seconds seems like the hold fucking room burst into laughter.  

When things settled down Rain turned to Cinnamon.

My mother would have loved to live long enough to see this day.  She would have been so proud of you.  Some of the things I read were pretty funny.  Especially the way you started this journey then had to bust your ass. I guess neither of you thought you would end up where you are and where she was.

She raised what was left of her cold one to Cinnamon.

You are a good man Cinnamon, Congratulations and I wish you the very best.  Those who also had cold ones raised theirs with Rain and everyone toasted his new beginning.