Am I the one that is going to have to do this? It is with a heavy heart that I would have to, but here goes. The beloved Peter Parker (sigh), has fallen to a darker side. No, not the venomous dark side of venom, but the chronic dark side of...well, chronic.
Hear me out. Young Peter. Poor Peter. Living with his elderly, widowed aunt. He tries to help out by working at a pizza delivery place as well as taking pictures for the local newspaper. Now let's face it, Aunt May is not getting any younger. She begins using medical marijuana to aid in her decreasing vision. After forgetful Aunt May leaves it out on the kitchen counter one night, the desperate young Peter's spidey sense goes off and he thinks of a way to earn a little extra cash for the house.
It starts off small. He'll only take a little each week and sell it on his pizza route. He is amazed at how quickly and lucrative the plan worked. Each week he takes a little more. Each week he tells his aunt that her memory must be fading or she may need a stronger dose for her eyes. Before long, he starts trying the merchandise himself. Not only does he find that his vision increases as well, but he also starts feeling...well, really super. It's only a matter of time that his side business has him "swinging" around town, making deliveries in some pretty shady areas, encroaching on other dealers turf.
Now Peter has more to worry about than taking care of his pothead aunt. These other dealers have been at it a while and they mean business. They have the type of money to buy mechanical arms and exploding pumpkins to keep their street cred. One of them is made out of sand for crying out loud. With all of this new drama, the neighborhood's friendly weed slinger is forced to hide his identity by wearing a mask. Seemed like only yesterday he was nervous about talking to Mary Jane. Now, he can't seem to let her go.
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