This might get buried but... So. This happened roughly.....4 years ago when I was 17. My cousin lived in a college town so naturally I would visit knowing he had some good hook ups down in his area. We had just finished a day of smoking and cruising with the occasional drink or two as well. The three of us (my cousin, his friend, and I) were very f&@!ed up and decided to light a J on his porch and hang for the rest of the night. Well, around 10 p.m. we see this dude stumbling down the street, head bleeding somewhat badly. He was obviously on some kind of drugs, not the sweet sticky kind we were influenced by, and was heading straight for us. "PLEASE just walk right by" we all silently thought together, but nope he comes right up to the porch. He then tells us how he had just been in a fight with a couple cops and that's why his head was bleeding. At this point my mind is saying...."If you get into a fight with cops, you get arrested. So this dude just got done beating the eff outta two cops with his probably meth unduced drug hulk rage." After chatting for a few moments he then demands we give him a ride home. If you fellow ents could see the shape this guy was in you would have not refused him a ride, like us. On the way to his house he invites us to his annual party celebrating his divorce from the fat cow of an ex wife of his. This added to the oddness of the event. About 30 miles later we arrive at his "shack" and he wants us to come in. Rotting floorboards, half naked girl posters, and the dirtiest couch on earth are what we see upon entering. "I gotta smoke you guys up for bring me here!" he exclaims. (His name is Trubby by the way, odd I know) We then smoke about three bowls of some pretty dank stuff. It was much better than what he had smoked earlier in the day. After our little session we get up to leave and he says "where the fuck do you think you're going?" and at this moment I think, this is where he takes us into the bathroom and kills us. Instead he says " I gotta smoke you guys up for bringing me here!"(meth's a hell of a drug)......So we smoke roughly three more bowls amongst us. At this point I'm glassy eyed as fuck and ready to take a power nap. Trubby then pulls out a mega zip lock bag FULL of the sweet stuff we'd been toking. "Here's a lil extra form you boys" he says and pulls out a few nuggets. He then procedes to hand us the rest of the bag......after bricks were thoroughly shat we obviously acceppted his offer. He then proceeded to pass out no more than 10 minutes later and we peaced the fuck out asap. A great combo of weird, scary, and awesome. P.S. My cousins dealer texted him after about a month and asked if he "Quit smoking or somethin?" my cousin told him the story and he didn't believe it until he produced what was left of the bag.