So after a movie a a beer or 2 at a friend of mines house, i decided it was about time to leave. In the car on the way home, i see this black guy in the road, walking through the crosswalk, waving his arms at me. So, being the alert, citizen that I am, I stopped on the side of teh road to see what his problem may be. He informed me that his friend had borrowed his car, and that it had broken down and he asked if he could have a ride a few miles down the road to help his friend and get his car. At 3:00 in the morning. So, me being a person that can never pass down an adventure, i let him in and we went on the way. and what an adventure it was. we started towards downtown Tucson, and made our way under the freeway. His name was Alex, just like mine, and he said he was a journalism Student, like me. /forums/images/graemlins/thinking.gif Only he was like 40 years old. I know that there are a lot of older people going to my University, who had taken a long time off, and were planning to finish, so i didn't think anything of it. he said that he had a Towing service that would have come and got him, but he hadn't paid his cell phone bill so he couldn't call them. However about halfway to where ever it was that we were going, he got on his cell phone and called his friend to find out exactly where he was. /forums/images/graemlins/thinking.gif He said that his friend was a the Motel just after the freeway, and that he had gotten the car towed but still had some money for this guy with me, and so we still need to go there to pick up the cash. /forums/images/graemlins/thinking.gif So we preceded under the freeway, to this Motel 6 and I parked the car and waited as he went into a room. So at thins point I start to think: his friend borrowed his car, it broke down. his friend then calls him on a phone, that i was told didn't work, and proceeds to check into a motel? And now he has cash for him?.... so he returns to the car, and asks me if I smoke weed. I told him that i do every once in a while, and that i hadn't for a couple months. He then asked me if I had any money, cause he could get me some. I told him that I only had 5 dollars for gas, even though I had hidden the 200 dollars that I had in my pocket from work in the car, and only left 5 in my wallet. He tells me that he can get me quite a bit for 5 dollars and that he will give mo money for gas on the way back. so i give him the 5 dollars, im not sure why. He then proceeds to take a coat hanger from the back seat of my car and walk back into the motel. A coat hanger? He comes back to the car, without the coat hanger, but with a hustler magazine, and a wrapped up paper towel. WE leave. Inside the paper towel, was a sh*t ton of weed, and some wrapping papers. " You got all that for 5 dollars?" i says to him. He says that the guy had a lot, and didn't actually have any money for him, so he gave him a bunch of weed instead. He wrapped half of the weed into another paper towel, and puts it in my glove box, telling me that that was mine for helping him out. We get back to Campus, and he directs me to this parking lot, next to the Martin Luther King memorial building. He was that I can come in and chill, and smoke with him if I want. So I follow him to the roof of the building. its about 4:00am. As were are going up the stairs, i begin to think. This is a big dude, if he tries to start anything wierd, i might have a hard time. I do know that I have my Benchmade Automatic in my pocket, but that was a last resort taht i hoped id not have to use. We get to the roof, and sit down against the coolers, as he rolls a joint. He lights it, gives it to me, lights some insence, and starts to take off his shoes. Inside one of his shoes, he pulls out what I assume is a crack pipe, and lights a hit. This is geting more and more interesting as we go, i thought. Then he proceeds to take off his shirt, and lay on his back, looking up at the stars. He starts snoring. The f-ing dude is asleep /forums/images/graemlins/dunno.gif I take a look around, and realize that i am sitting on the roof of the Lartin Luther King Memorial Building, with a half naked crack-head-weed-dealin coat hanger stealin black dude sleeping next to me and a half smoked joint in my hand. /forums/images/graemlins/screwy.gif i mean, that was kinda wierd. So i put out the joint, went back to my car, and came home. put the weed in a little ziplok, that has the weed that i was given about 4 months ago, but i never smoked cause i dont really like smoking anymore, and sat down to tell you-all about it. /forums/images/graemlins/ooo.gif tha end.