Our connection had dried up, so when Dave said that a real friendly dude approached him in the bathroom at the bar, we jumped on it.
Dude says 'it's in my trunk' so we go out to the lot. Oh, but his car is elsewhere. We offer to give him a ride. Duh. I sit in the backseat.
Dude bums a cig and takes tobacco out, puts something else in, lights up, and offers to share. Being at total pothead, I smoke it without question. Dude gives me a buncha drug-lookin stuff I would never ingest (no green) 'for free'. I'm feelin fucked up and also starting to get worried.
Meanwhile Dude is giving Dave directions... to an atm. Now he wants $ from us, and Dave is broke. Dude comes into the vestibule to watch me try to use the atm. It occurs to me then that I am in danger and should just give him the cash. I do so.
So I paid $60 to smoke crack with a junkie and get the shit scared out of me. Dumbass.
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