well, the two of them wanted to stay in the bar, and since i hate bars i decided to take off. i didnt know vancouver very well so i asked steph where i could catch a bus to go back to her house. by the time i rached the outside of the bar i had forgotten. so i started walking down the street asking people to tell me where i could catch a certain bus, and after going back and forth and side to right i ran into someone, and instead of telling me where to go, he said crack, weed, so i turned and said what? crack, weed he responded. i said i could go for some weed, cause it was obviously going to be a long way back to the house. so he said to come with him. he asked for 20, but i told him all i had was 20, which was a lie, and when i reached into my pocket i just prayed id pull out one single bill and not anything more from my pocket. while walking towards the location of where to get the weed from, he offered for me to buy a camera too. sure i said. and then he asked for more money. i said i had no more, so he said hed get me a camera and some weed for 20 bucks. i was pretty drunk and got super excited when he said that, and also beleived it. well we went to an ally, kinda sketchy but i thought whatever, i stayed out of the ally and its all good. he went in and got into a line up of others, waited and came back out. told me the camera was somewhere else and wed have to go get it. i had nothin planned for the night so i though yeah sure whatever. we headed out and we stopped in a park. he told me we just had to wait a while, then we could go get it. so we chilled on a bench in a park for a while. it was at this point that he pulled out a bunch of crack, and then he also pulled out a big friggin knife. now the knife was to cut the crack, and the crack was for him to smoke out of his pen pipe. but i knew after seeing that knife that i definatly wasnt going to ask for my money back, and also my thoughts in my head changed from wanting to get weed and a camera to,,, dont get stabbed by this fuckin crackhead. so we chilled in the park for about an hour and a half where he told me crazy stories about how he had beat up his dad, ran his dads company into the ground, been in jail for killing an abusive boyfriend of his sisters and just basically all the things that you can imagine a crackheads life to be like. and the entire time we chilled he was smoking crack,,,crack which was obviously bought with the 20 bucks i gave him to buy my weed and camera with. he did offer me some, which i refused while laughing, cause despite the fact that he was smoking my crack(it was mine cause it was bought with my money) despite the fact he had already screwed me over, was gonna smoke the crack in front of me, laugh about it to his crackhead friends when he met up with them, despite all of this, he had manners enough to offer me some too. anyways, throughout this time he made a few phone calls, no answer of course. so then he says we should go to this other place where someone else might know where the camera is. so we went, again, no deal. one last place he promised me, so of course i followed, maybe i was going to get a camera after all. wait here he said and i'll be right back. i had heard him say this about 5 times this night so i thought nothing of it when he said it this time. 15 minutes pass, no crackhead. 30 minutes, still no sign of him, i wait 15 more minutes then i head down the street towards the ally he went down. i reach the ally and it is the longest friggin ally i have ever seen, i couldnt even see the end of it. i laughed, looked around and started asking the people passing by where i could catch the bus back into town again.this is one of many stories that actually happened to me. drunk or not drunk, i get myself into crap like this, kinda loose.
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