I remember a particular day I was riding up to Frank Lloyd Wright to do some "shopping" and decided to take a break from the long bus ride and get high. My accomplice tasked me with finding a spot to do the thing at, so I scouted the perimeter first to make sure there was no one around, then proceeded to look for a covert spot. I came to a huge storm drain enterance and thought it was odd that there was a toothbrush and a stick of deoderant at the enterance, but went to enter the drain area to test it out, as I entered the passage, I heard a voice say "hey what are you doing?" . The "cave" (that's what it looked like) was completely dark, so I said "I'm just looking for a place to chill for a second". "Well, I live down here", the voice responded. I remember the guy spoke in questions. I stupidly admitted what I was up to. "Man I'm just looking for a place to do drugs real quick" he responded "oh you do drugs? Is that what you do? What drugs do you have?" Then I got spooked and said "well I have caffeine and nicotine" when I thought about bringing my ex girlfriend down in this creepy place with a guy I didn't know, couldnt even see and who lives in a storm drain. He was excited about the possibility of free drugs so he was really walking on eggshells and trying not to further my paranoia, but I was like "well it's about time for me to go". He never came out of the storm drain that I saw, and I haven't seen anyone in that area since then. I ride passed that park and ride every day on my way to work.
Today im grateful that I don't have to scope out sketchy areas to do drugs in. I'm grateful that I don't put myself in potentially dangerous situations just to get high.
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