crackhead

 Hey guys, I have a great story to tell yall 

A friend and I went to a local show at one of the bars in our city, and at this bar there is an outside rest area where a lot of people go to sit between bands and things like that, so me and my friend—let's call her J—went outside to go get some fresh air after a few hours of standing in a hot-ass venue. we took a bench in the far back, just chatting and catching up since we hadnt seen each in a few month until i catch a glimpse of a man in corner tweaking out immediately let J know we should head inside BUTTTTTTT, she said, "No, let's stay out here a little longer." So, me being me, I said, Ok, and we stayed (yes, I know we have like zero survival skills). The guy eventually came over to our table and started mumbling this to us, which we couldn't hear at first, but after he moved closer, he asked if we liked hard rock, which translated to me as if we liked hard rock, the genre, so stupidly I said yes. He repeated the question a couple times and i just stared back at him He changed the question to "If we want ice." This is when it dawns on me that he's not talking about music; HE'S OFFERING US DRUGS. Needless to say, we got the fuck out of there and told the bouncer, and he was kicked out. So yeah, that was my story ok byeeeeee

XOXO,Zombi