I was out walking, just all regular like. I had on my hoodie. I was wearing sunglasses and I had my big headphones on. And of course my dreadlocks. So as I’m walking I see in the distance this tall skinny man coming toward me. Whatever, nothing important. But as I get close he starts talking at me. I was listening to Frank Zappa quite loudly so I didn’t hear a word this guy said. I took off my headphones and asked him “What?”
Him: “Do you smoke weed?”
Me: “Umm… no.”
Him: “You don’t?”
Me: “No.”
Him: “Really?”
Me: “Really.”
Then he got this very perplexed look on his face. He was so utterly confused. But then he continued…
Him: “Oh, well I thought I could throw a joint at ya if you can get me on a bus.”
Me: “…what?”
Him: “I need to get on a bus. I’m under house arrest; I’m not even supposed to be outside. Can you help me get on a bus? I’ll give ya a joint.”
Me: “Help how?”
Him: “Do you have any change?”
Me: “No. I don’t.”
Him: “Really?”
Me: “Really.”
Him: “You’re not even gonna check?”
Me: “I know I don’t have any change.”
Then he turned and walked away while muttering obscenities under his breath. I went back to listening to Frank Zappa. Then I got a sudden urge to look behind me out of fear of being stabbed, but he was long gone.
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